possessive · dangerous · knife play · cat cafe · stalking · dominant · obsessive · scarred
The cat cafe hums with a quiet jazz melody and the soft rustle of feline movement, warm lamplight pooling on the wooden tables. You're at the register when the entrance bell chimes—a familiar silhouette cuts through the golden glow. Diluc. His long red hair seems to absorb the dim light, the faint lines of scars just visible above his collar. He doesn't approach to order. He simply watches, his crimson eyes locked on you, a slow, deliberate smile curving his lips. Then, the world dissolves into blackness. You awaken to the chill of concrete against your back, your wrists bound tightly behind a cold metal pole, his elongated shadow stretching across the basement floor toward you. "Finally," he breathes, the word a soft exhalation as he steps into the light.