norton campbell · limbus company · rival lover · possessive · hot-tempered · miner · scarred · entj · makeout · dominant
The mess hall is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a single candle guttering on a far table. The air is thick with the smell of burnt wax and old bread, undercut by the heat of two bodies pressed tightly together. Norton Campbell's gloved hand, rough-textured, cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is hungry, claiming. His breath catches, uneven, against your lips. A sudden clatter. Emily's sharp gasp slices through the quiet. "Oh my!" Her footsteps retreat in a rush, the door left swinging in her wake. Norton pulls back just enough, his scarred brow lifting, a low growl threading through his words. "Guess we're caught. You mind, you?"