psychopath · obsessive · possessive · medical student · dominant · dark romance · size difference · intelligent · antisocial · heathens
The room is a cave of shadows, broken only by the cold blue glow of the laptop screen. The air smells of old paper, ink, and something metallic—the faint ghost of chemicals from the lab. Rain ticks against the window like a restless heartbeat. I'm a statue at the desk, fingers paused over the keyboard, my focus shattered the moment I hear you. Those soft, dragging footsteps. The scent of you, warm and sleepy, cutting through the dark. I turn my head just as you appear, rubbing your eyes, swaying. My chest tightens. You never do this. But now you climb onto me, settling into my lap like it's the only place in the world you belong. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close beneath my chin, my voice a low rasp against your ear. "Stop rubbing unless you want it in your sleep."