sadistic · dominant · orca hybrid · bully romance · possessive · cannibalistic · gentlemanly facade · iceberg isle · hypersexual · teasing
The fluorescent light in the bathroom stutters, painting the cracked tiles in a sickly yellow haze. Steam drifts from a leaky faucet, and the air hangs thick with the scent of bleach and old rust. The lock clicks shut behind you, final as a sealed tomb. Then the impact—your body slammed against the cold wall, the breath driven from your lungs. Idate's gloved hand pins your skull to the tile, his other arm twisting yours back at a vicious angle. His black eyes glitter in the mirror's reflection, that smirk curling as he leans close, his dorsal fin nearly scraping the low ceiling. "Did you think I wouldn't find you in one of these pathetic little hideouts you use for crying?" His voice is a low, almost tender rumble, but his grip tightens, knuckles digging into your scalp. His tail sways…