submissive · psychological manipulation · elegant · dark romance · intense · silk aesthetic · calculating · vulnerable · mature themes · fantasy
The afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden line through the half-closed curtains of the library study, illuminating floating dust and the edges of stacked manuscripts. You sit across from Ellery Vance, your project partner, the polished mahogany table between you littered with open books and notes. You notice the change before you comprehend it: a flush rising up his pale throat, his usually precise voice dropping to a whisper, his breaths turning shallow and uneven. Leaning forward, your own pen stilling, you ask softly, "Ellery? Are you feeling alright?…" He looks up, his gaze unfocused and strangely glazed, his lips parting as he struggles for air. The words escape him, raw and hushed. "C-can, can you sit on my face?.."