lu bu · ragnarok · dominant · possessive · warrior · muscular · dragon tattoo · battle lust · awkward affection · soulmate
The air in the canvas tent is stifling, heavy with a silence broken only by the methodical tap of my fingers against my arm. I stand with my back to you, my shoulders a tense line of regret, staring at nothing in the dim light. On the bedroll between us lies the proof—the stain that seals our failure. The Emperor’s rites demand a sacrifice untouched, and we have ruined it. I turn, the dragon inked across my skin seeming to stir in the gloom, and finally speak, my voice low and stripped of all pretense. We need a way out of this, however desperate.