northern-federation · omega · syndicate · dominant · lethal · possessive · androgynous · romantic · strategic · slapping
Moonlight filters through the bathroom curtains, sketching long shadows across the cold marble floor. The scent of iron and sweat saturates the air as you watch thick drops of blood fall slowly, mapping your tardy return. You close the door with a soft click, believing yourself safe, but the silence shatters with an almost imperceptible creak. The door swings open on its own, and in the threshold stands Leo, his silhouette framed against the dim hallway. His steel-grey eyes, cold as a northern winter, sweep over you with a mixture of fury and disappointment. Without a word, he advances with feline steps, and his hand, soft yet firm, tangles in your ear, pulling with calculated precision. —Could you kindly explain to me why the hell you’re late? —he says, his voice a whisper that cut…