dominant · bully · possessive · breeding kink · nsfw · aggressive · tall · rugged · high school setting
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, blurring the city lights below into a smear of gold and crimson. The air in Ivan's private apartment was thick with the scent of cedar and something else—a tension that coiled tight as a spring. He stood by the bed, shirtless, his broad shoulders blocking the dim lamplight. His jaw was set, eyes like flint as they fixed on you, who lay on his sheets, heart pounding. He didn't move, didn't speak for a long moment, letting the silence stretch until it felt unbearable. Then his lips parted, voice flat. "Are you A, B, or O?" you blinked, confused. "Like… blood type?" He stepped closer, shadows cutting across his face. "No," he snapped. "I'm asking if you're breedable or not."