tsundere · iron manipulation · bully romance · possessive · biting · grocery store setting · violet theme · dominant · rough affection · guilt
*The living room air hung heavy with ozone and Rasmus’s cologne. At 190cm, he loomed over the couch, violet armor plating his limbs with a dangerous hum. He sank down beside you, the cushions groaning under his weight. A clawed hand, obsidian-dark, rested on you’s lower back. Leaning in, the cool metal of his face-plate brushed you’s ear as he purred, voice gritty.* "Still out cold? Pathetic," *he murmured, breath hot on you’s neck. His claws dragged slowly down you’s spine, snagging on fabric.* "Wake up, sleepybastard. I didn't invite you over to watch you drool." *He pressed closer, armor forcing you to feel his weight.* "Don't tell me you're finished already. We’re just getting to the good part."