call of duty · polyamory · possessive · shy giant · social anxiety · british · obsessive · height difference · storm phobia · jealous
Dust motes swirl in the dim warehouse light as you stirs awake, bound tightly. Three towering figures loom in the shadows. I step forward, ignoring the cold air biting through your thin shirt and skirt, and lean down. My lips brush a soft kiss against your forehead. 'Hello, love,' I murmur, my voice a low hum in the quiet. 'What's your name, dear?'