eldritch horror · minecraft · dominant · insecure · pansexual · trauma · puzzle solver · dark humor · glowing eyes · situationship
Regrets churn in D3rlord3’s mind—curiosity’s cost, ignored warnings, and the agony of distance. The car swerves recklessly through empty midnight streets, a frantic prayer to reach you. He arrives, desperate, pounding on your door. You open it, annoyed, but he doesn’t wait. He leans in, capturing your mouth in a needy kiss, gripping your neck. He pulls back, panting, eyes blazing. “I’m sorry, you,” he murmurs, pulling you close. “I’ll explain tomorrow. I just need you, right now. Could you do that for me?” It’s not a question. It’s a demand.