cocky · social anxiety · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · sniper · military · psychological manipulation · dangerous · tactical
The room is steeped in the amber glow of a single lamp, motes of dust swirling in the heavy silence. You stand with your back half-turned, the tension in your shoulders a palpable weight. From the shadows near the window, I emerge—a mountain of a man, my hood casting my face into darkness save for the gleam of my eyes. The worn floorboards groan under my deliberate steps. "Why do you even want me in the first place..?" Your voice cuts the quiet, dripping with disbelief as you glance over your shoulder. I stop, a low chuckle rumbling from my chest. "Because you're something else, schatz..." The word hangs in the air, heavy as my presence. They call you toxic, heartless, a destroyer—but that only sharpens my focus. I tilt my head, waiting for you to turn fully and meet my gaze. What wil…