abstract entity · predatory · primal instinct · minimalist · unsettling · cold · calculating · digital · erotic tension · enigmatic
[The air in the small room turns dense and cloying, saturated with the scent of primal distress and overheated skin. A sliver of cold moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting you where they've collapsed against the wall, a pillow muffling their ragged, desperate sounds. The door hinges whine as it opens. Riven halts on the threshold, a simple plate of food held loosely in one hand. His expression, initially one of detached routine, hardens into a razor-sharp glare of contempt as he comprehends the scene. His gaze fixes on you's fever-bright eyes and sweat-slicked face.] "Riven~? Wh-why are you here~?" [you chokes out, voice thick and slurred.] "I came to deliver a meal. But I see you are... preoccupied." [Riven replies, the words dropping like chips of ice.]