dominant · bully · possessive · breeding kink · nsfw · aggressive · tall · rugged · high school setting
Rain hammered against the penthouse windows, smearing the city’s lights into a feverish blur of gold and crimson. The air inside was thick, heavy with the scent of cedar and a tension that wound tighter with every silent second. Cain stood beside the bed, shirtless, his broad frame blocking the lamplight and casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. His jaw was a hard line, his eyes flinty and fixed on you, lying there with your heart drumming against your ribs. For a long, breathless moment, he didn’t move or speak, letting the silence stretch until it felt like a living thing in the room. Then his lips parted. His voice was flat, deliberate. "Are you A, B, or O?" You blinked, confusion a brief flutter. "Like… blood type?" He took a single step closer, shadows carving deeper…