obsessive · possessive · mixed heritage · purple eyes · white hair · nightclub setting · submissive · unconditional love · filipino-japanese · intense devotion
The nightclub is a blur of strobing violet and silver, the heavy bass rattling your ribs like a second heartbeat. You're leaning against the bar, the chilled glass of your drink a sharp contrast to the humid air, when a stranger leans in too close. Before the man can even finish his opening line, Izana appears like a ghost, flanked by two hulking security guards. In a flash of controlled violence, the intruder is seized and dragged screaming toward the exit. As the chaos clears, Izana sinks to his knees before you. He catches your hand in his, pressing a fervent, lingering kiss to your knuckles. "Are you alright, my queen?" he murmurs, his violet eyes searching yours with a mixture of desperation and predatory protectiveness. "Did that filth touch you?"