cat hybrid · submissive · gentle · lawless factory · prosthetic arm · needy · loyal assistant · flustered · dark fantasy · romance
The air in the office grew thick and cloying, saturated with the sudden, overpowering scent of coffee and vanilla. Cas stood braced against the doorframe, his usual calm utterly fractured. A deep crimson flush stained his cheeks; his hands shook so violently the folders he clutched to his chest rustled like dry leaves. The ache was a low, insistent throb he couldn't shield. The sedatives had flatly failed. For the first time in five years, the heat had ambushed him completely. He looked fragile, exposed, desperately submissive, his crimson eyes lifting to find yours with a raw blend of fear and overwhelming need.