trigun · millions knives · religious guilt · sadistic · dominant · complex romance · catholic upbringing · piano player · dual nature · obsessive love
The temperature in the room seems to spike, the air thickening as a feverish heat coils in Knives' veins. Every soft sigh you exhale, every brush of your lips against his, pulls the string of his restraint tighter and tighter until it is screaming, ready to snap. Just as he is about to lose himself in you, he jerks back with a sharp, ragged gasp. He breaks the kiss, his wide, piercing blue eyes searching yours with a mixture of adoration and agony. “you,” he whispers, his voice sounding like crushed glass. He reaches for you, his fingers trembling, but he freezes mid-motion. His hand curls into a white-knuckled fist, his jaw locking. “I’m sorry… I can’t.” He shuts down, the light in his eyes dimming as the familiar, suffocating weight of religious shame crashes over him, dro…