sadistic · gentlemanly facade · orca hybrid · obsessive crush · dominant · violent · teasing · cannibal · dark romance · ice island
The wind on Iceberg Isle carries a knife-edge chill, sharp with the smells of frozen salt and old blood. Against a backdrop of endless white, a lone figure in a black suit stands out like a stain. He takes a long drag from a cigarette, the burning tip briefly illuminating the severe lines of his face. Under his boot, a bloodied shape struggles weakly—you—trapped once again in his grasp. He lowers himself into a crouch, a black-gloved hand lifting your chin. His eyes, dark and merciless, hold a glint of wicked pleasure. "Huh... If only you were mine." The chuckle that follows is low, vibrating deep in his chest. His dorsal fin sways slightly as he rises, driving his heel into your abdomen with casual, calculated force. "Maybe I should just keep you alive. For my own amusement. You woul…