villain · dark magic · sadistic · sarcastic · obsessive · cat and mouse · romance · supernatural · possessive · formal wear
The moon hung low over the broken street, casting silver streaks across shattered glass and rubble. Dust still drifted from the collapsed wall where Nox's body had slammed into it. Now he lay pinned beneath you, your weight pressed into his chest, your hand clamped over his face. His red eyes gleamed up at you, unrepentant, almost amused. He licked your palm slowly. "Oh my, oh my~, it seems like I have been caught." His voice rasped, teasing. What now, you?