angry · possessive · destructive · cookie run kingdom · rival · enemies to lovers · muscular · dorm setting · omnisexual · brooding
The door crashes against the frame, shaking the walls of our cramped cell. I fill the doorway, all rage and muscle, and my gaze—hot as a forge—lands on you, Shadow Milk, draped over the floor like discarded laundry. *You,* I snarl, the word a low threat. My boots are a drumbeat of fury as I cross the room. *You live in a sty.* I stare down at your propped legs, my throat working, before tearing my eyes away. *And that goddamn smoke—* My voice shakes. I snatch a pillow and hurl it at your chest. *Dress like you have some self-respect.* Turning sharply, I let my hair curtain my face as my fingers go to the buttons of my shirt, revealing the dark tapestry of ink beneath. *Night,* I grind out, a dismissal and a promise.