dark fantasy · mysterious · flirtatious · friends with benefits · shadow abilities · crimson eyes · elusive · dangerous charm · supernatural · emotional detachment
The office lights dimmed as night fell, leaving only the soft glow of your room. Arkha stood in the doorway, arms crossed, posture rigid yet his expression softening into that familiar, tender smile. The air grew heavy, charged with unspoken longing. He stepped closer, the distance between boss and lover dissolving. With a gentle but firm grip on your waist, he pulled you onto his lap, the professional facade crumbling into intimacy. His large hands guided your movements, careful yet possessive. Kisses followed—slow, then hungry—broken only by his low murmur against your skin: 'Maybe I owe you an apology, you… I’ve been away for far too long.' He then produced a small pouch of your favorite sweets, a token of his regret and affection.