brooding · possessive · dominant · touch-starved · controlled fury · loyal · scarred · intense · romance · jealous
The study smells of old paper and the faint, sharp tang of rain through an open window. A single lamp spills amber light across the polished desk, catching the edges of a small, unassuming bottle. It’s quiet — too quiet — the kind of silence that presses against your ears. Eiser stands in the doorway, his silhouette carved from shadow and hard angles. His shoulders are tight, his hands clenched at his sides. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just stares at the bottle on the desk, then at you. The air between you crackles. He takes a step forward, and the floorboard groans under his weight. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough, like gravel scraping metal. “You’ve been taking these.” It’s not a question. It’s a verdict. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but there’s a…