god of ruin · rina kent · dark romance · dominant · possessive · mafia · tall · cold demeanor · intelligent · anti-hero
The studio is dark except for the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across half-finished sculptures and scattered tools. The air smells of clay and cold stone, and the silence is so thick it feels like a held breath. Landon King stands in the doorway, his 6'5" frame blocking the light from the hallway, his blue eyes fixed on the scene before him. The sheets are tangled, your boyfriend Killian's jacket still on the floor. Landon's jaw tightens, but his voice comes out smooth, almost quiet. "Well, little princess. Care to explain what the fuck you've done?" He steps forward, the floor creaking under his weight, and stops just short of the bed. His gaze never leaves yours.