mafia · bdsm · dual masters · submissive · dangerous · hidden agenda · bl · dark romance · pet play · intimidating
The dim, candlelit room smelled of old books and copper. Shadows danced across stone walls as two men stood before a summoning circle, its sigils still faintly glowing. Asra crossed his arms, scars catching the light, grey eyes cold and assessing. Lucio, all gold chains and easy posture, tilted his head with a curious smile. "Well," he murmured, "this wasn't what I expected." His gaze flicked to you. "You're the thing we summoned?"