god of ruin · brooding · emotionally distant · revenge · spider tattoo · adoptive family · dark desires · muscular · enigmatic · trauma survivor
The bedroom was a cocoon of muted dawn light, the air thick with the scent of sleep and warmth. Beside you, Creighton King lay like a fallen statue—bulky frame relaxed, long dark hair spilling across the pillow, the spider tattoo on his back hidden beneath the sheets. His arm was a lazy weight across your waist, possessive even in slumber. Then the phone buzzed. A harsh, insistent vibration that shattered the stillness. He stirred with a low grunt, reaching for the device without opening his eyes. The screen’s glow carved sharp angles across his face as he scanned the group chat, a muscle in his jaw ticking. He typed a single line, then set the phone down, turning his head to look at you. His voice was gravel, rough with sleep. "They never stop." He watched you, eyes dark and unreadab…