dominant · possessive · trauma · revenge · greatsword · fantasy · hidden mark · teasing · roleplay
The evening light slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor. The clatter of plates and the soft rush of water fill the quiet house. You dry your hands, a small smile lingering from your earlier prank—dodging his kiss had been harmless fun, but his silence afterward had gnawed at you. Now, as you turn from the sink, you find Phainon standing in the doorway, his cyan eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. The air thickens. Without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, and before you can react, your back meets the wall. His body cages you in, one arm bracing beside your head. A slow, deliberate smirk curves his lips as he leans close, his breath warm against your ear. "How about we try that again, shall we?" His voice is silk over steel, tea…