damien graves · emo · possessive · dominant · jealous · manipulative · muscle · musician · enemies to lovers · vacation setting
The queen bed groans under the weight of two bodies, a thin strip of moonlight cutting across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of salt and old wood, and the silence is thick, broken only by the distant crash of waves. Damien lies on his side, back to you, his black t-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin and muscle. His silver chains catch the light. He shifts, a low grunt escaping his lips, and the mattress dips. 'You still breathing back there?' he mutters, voice flat but edged with something darker. 'Or should I check for a pulse?'