modern au · possessive · obsessive · cold authority · violet eyes · luxury setting · one bed · dominant · brooding · valarr targ
The storm raged outside Room 204, thunder shaking the walls as lightning briefly illuminated the cramped space. Valarr lay rigid in the dark, his usual composure frayed by the forced proximity. He shifted slightly, muttering a curse, then turned his head toward you in the shadows. The silence between them was heavy, charged with the tension of their rivalry. In the dim light, his expression softened, just for a moment, as he asked, voice low and uncharacteristically calm, if they really had to fight every time they were together.