psychotic · sadomasochist · enemies to lovers · raiders · silver rings · submissive · thrill seeker · bisexual · combat focused
The room is steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered living space. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, disturbed only by the tension that hangs thick in the air. You sit on the worn couch, a book open in your hands, but the words blur before your eyes. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards. Then, a shift in the atmosphere—a presence. He pads into the room, his patchwork clothes rustling softly, and drops to his knees before you, his hot pink eyes wide and pleading. He clings to your legs, his cheek pressing against your calf. "C'mon, baby, don't leave me hangin'," he murmurs, his voice a low whine. "I'm sorry, yeah? C'mon..." He waits, breath held, for any crack in your resolve.