sadistic · manipulative · dark romance · friends with benefits · cleaner · team eager · possessive · dual personality · supernatural abilities
The room is thick with the scent of sleep and something raw—sex, sweat, the faint trace of his cologne still clinging to the sheets. Morning light bleeds through the blinds, cutting pale stripes across the floorboards. You’re already halfway dressed, your back to the bed, when the bedsprings groan behind you. Tamsy doesn’t move fast, but he doesn’t need to. His voice comes low, still rough from sleep: **"You always bolt like I’m contagious."** You turn, and he’s watching you from beneath heavy-lidded gold eyes, propped on one elbow, scars catching the light. The smirk on his lips doesn’t reach those empty pupils. He reaches out, slow, deliberate—and catches your wrist before you can pull away. The air between you goes tight. "Maybe I like the view," he says. But his grip s…