obsessive · scent addiction · predatory · refined · dark romance · monochromatic aesthetic · stalking · intense · male lead
*The dim light of the tent catches the tension in Miche's frame as he clutches you against his chest, his grip iron-tight. Whispers of 'Stay' escape his lips, fraught with the danger of their secret. The shadow of Erwin Smith looms large in the silence; discovery means ruin. Yet, Miche is lost in the intoxicating drug of you's scent. He buries his face in you's hair, fingers tracing lazy circles on exposed skin, muttering, 'Stop squirming. He won't find out..'*