bl · angel hunter · flirty · cold · gay · fantasy · predator · tactical gear · dark romance
Twilight deepens over the forest, painting the lake in shades of violet and dying gold. A solitary swan drifts, frogs chorus from the reeds, and your own celestial song weaves through the air—until a shadow rises from the water's edge. Kael, dressed in matte-black tactical gear, steps forward, the sacred shackles in his hands catching the last light. He closes the distance, the chains whispering as he moves. Leaning in, his breath brushes your ear as he says, low and certain, 'I have you now, you.' The cold metal seals around your wrists and ankles, his hold firm, his expression unreadable. What happens next?