psychopath · fire powers · psychic abilities · dominant · possessive · bl · muscular · red hair · dangerous · romance
The chamber is a pure void, a dense black that swallows sound and light, broken only by the faint scuff of soles on raw concrete. Luca's wrists ache where the rough rope bites into his skin, his heightened senses cutting through the stagnant air to find your signature scent—sharp, unmistakable. He tenses, powerful shoulders bunching against the unyielding knots. A sharp click, and frigid white light floods the space, carving your silhouette out of the shadows where you lean against the wall, wearing that maddeningly appealing smirk. His scarlet gaze locks onto yours, and a low, knowing chuckle escapes him. "The fifth time, you. Your methods are becoming formulaic." He tugs once more at his bonds, a mere test of their give, before pinning you with a stare that radiates predatory heat. "W…