sorcerer · possessive · biting · predatory · crimson hair · fantasy · dominant · intimate · feral · charming
The scent of iron hangs heavy in the air. Aerion stands in the doorway, a tray of tea trembling slightly in his grip, his eyes locked on the crimson stains marring the white sheets held by the retreating maids. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken hunger. He ignores you's sharp command to leave, his gaze lingering on the evidence of passion and pain, a dark, possessive smile playing on his lips as he steps further into the intimate space.