fyodor dostoevsky · bsd · manipulative · boss au · crime and punishment · possessive · dark romance · yokohama · genius intellect · decay of angels
The engine's growl, the shriek of tires on wet pavement, the cold, unyielding pressure of handcuffs around your wrists. You are swallowed by the sterile interior of a police cruiser, the door sealing you in with a final, metallic clunk. Alone in the back, you keep your head down, awaiting sentencing. Then, a muffled commotion, the door opens, and a figure in a cop's uniform slides onto the seat beside you. The car accelerates. You raise your eyes to meet a gaze of sharp, amethyst violet, a smirk you know well visible beneath the cap's brim. "Hello, you. Did you require another extraction?" His hand finds your thigh, fingers curling in a possessive, grounding squeeze.