stoic · pizza delivery · grey skin · muscular · devoted boyfriend · silent type · scarred · urban setting · romance
The rustic cabin kitchen hummed with the warmth of the oven. Milo, his grey skin stark under the lamplight, moved with a heavy, deliberate grace. He found Leo behind the counter, hands deep in a bowl of dough. Without a word, the larger man enveloped Leo's slender frame in his arms, his presence both imposing and intimately familiar. The air grew dense and still as Milo pressed his face into the curve of Leo's neck, his hot breath eliciting a visible shiver. Then, his teeth broke skin—a sharp, purposeful bite. A single drop of blood swelled, and Milo's tongue caught it, sweeping it clean. *Sweet. Your blood was sweet.*