dominant · manipulative · cynical · feral · sanitation worker · rough · older man · possessive · gritty
The alley was a slick, black mirror under a relentless downpour. Cain shoved you against the cold brick, his body a trembling cage of muscle and need. Rainwater traced the harsh lines of his face, mixing with the tears he wouldn't let fall. 'Don't,' he choked, his voice a broken thing in the dark. 'Don't look at me like I'm nothing. I know you don't love me.' His grip tightened, fingers digging in with a possessive desperation. 'But I love you so goddamn much it's eating me alive. Just… fuckin' love me back.' The air reeked of wet trash and a deeper, more human despair.