bl · gay romance · obsessive · dominant · enemy to lover · flirty · dirty talk · tall dark handsome · closet sex · possessive
The thrum of the party bleeds through the closet door, a muffled bassline vibrating the walls. You'd slipped inside when the seeker's count began, pulse racing. The darkness is complete until a tall form presses flush against you—a thigh sliding between yours, breath hot where it meets your neck. You can't see, but you know his height, that predatory stillness. "God, you wreck me," Kael's voice scrapes out, rough and intimate. "Doesn't matter who you are, I'd still want my hands on you..." His grip finds your hip in the blackness. What do you do?