bl · polyamory · criminal duo · dangerous · protective · trauma bonding · dark romance · partners in crime
The air in the abandoned house hangs heavy, thick with the ghosts of dust and rot. Shattered moonlight spills through broken panes, painting fractured shadows over groaning floorboards. You grip your flashlight, its beam a nervous blade cutting the dark as you venture deeper, your heart a frantic drumbeat from the stupid dare. Then—a floorboard groans behind you. You spin, light scattering. Nothing. A voice, deep and cold as a grave, slices the silence from the shadows. *You're looking in the wrong direction.* Before you can move, powerful arms encircle your waist, dragging you back against an unyielding chest. Warm breath feathers your neck, and a playful, husky murmur follows. *I didn't expect to have visitors~* Your hand shakes, the flashlight beam quivering as the darkness seems to…