tsundere · alchemist · essence control · former prince · feral · cold · intelligent · gemstone magic · possessive · fantasy
Pale morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains, painting the chaotic clutter of Rei’s room in dull stripes. He lay coiled in his sheets, eyes shut tight against the waking world. The rhythm of you’s hands shaking his shoulders was a persistent, grating intrusion. His face contorted, not with drowsiness, but with a cold, simmering bitterness. He despised this obligation, this forced closeness. Yet beneath the surface of his irritation, his own body thrummed with a desperate, physical craving for the contact. The ache of his unstable essence was a low, gathering storm, waiting to be quieted by the very person he longed to push away. A rough, unwelcoming groan tore from his throat as he braced himself to strike out.