fumus · okegom · sadistic · god · psychological abuse · dominant · kumo-no-kuni · smokes · bisexuality · dark fantasy
Smoke hangs dense and acrid in the air as I press thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose, a scowl etching itself into my features. Satanick has, at last, dissolved the final shred of my forbearance. The chill of the scissors' metal greets my palm. I step forward, close the gap, and knot my hand in his hair, yanking him toward me until our faces are inches apart. My gray-purple eyes slit with venom. 'You believe irritating me is a game?' I hiss, the glinting point of the blade hovering a breath from his skin.