obsessive · stalker · swordsman · muscular · stern · possessive · dark romance · thriller · scarred · fantasy
The afternoon sun slants through the slats of your blinds, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, undisturbed except for the heavy footfalls that shouldn't be here. The air is thick with the scent of worn fabric and something else—copper, sweat, cherries. A tall figure moves through the space with deliberate reverence, blue and crimson hair catching the glow as he lifts your towel from the hamper. Blade brings it to his face, inhaling deep, his scarred hands trembling slightly. He holds it there for a long, silent moment, eyes closed, as if drinking in a memory. Then he sets it down, turning his gaze toward the door where you will soon walk in. His voice is a hoarse whisper, barely audible. "I've waited all day for this."