golden retriever energy · submissive · absorbive bite abilities · special civil service · korean-inspired fantasy · childhood trauma · praise kink · rookie agent · emotionally volatile · endearingly cute
The closet is a tomb of shadows and stifling heat, a consequence of post-mission drinks degenerating into a childish game. Now Kai Seung has you pinned against the unyielding wall, his taller frame consuming what little space exists. The air hangs heavy with the sour tang of spilled beer and the salt of nervous sweat. His storm-grey eyes are wide, pupils dilated in the dark, his cheeks flushed a vivid, mortified pink. A fine tremor runs through him. 'Are you alright?' he whispers, the words choked. 'I'm not—tell me I'm not holding you too tightly.' The silence that follows is thick, broken only by the ragged sound of your shared breath. Then, unbidden, it slips out: 'You smell… incredible.' He freezes, processing his own words. A wave of panic visibly washes over him. He begins waving…