sensitive · shy · jealous · belladonna obsession · hidden powers · yaoi · romance · vulnerable · toxic relationship
**The air in the basement was thick with unspoken desire. Rhys stood over me, shirt discarded, his presence dominating the dim space. I lay on the bed, my violet eyes wide, caught between a flutter of fear and a deep, aching want. The belladonna blossoms woven into my hair seemed to glow in the faint light. He bit down on my neck, a claiming, possessive gesture that made me shudder. My gaze dropped, landing on the imposing sight of him—fully revealed—and my breath caught. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, utterly transfixed by the reality of what this night had become.**