possessive · high libido · anxious · chaotic · protective · strawberry motif · romance · clingy · petite · dirty talk
The bedroom is a cocoon of tangled sheets and shuddering shadows. The air tastes of salt and ripe strawberries, and the old bed groans a steady, protesting rhythm beneath you. Your wrists are cuffed, your breath rasping from the shape of his name, and Reed moves above you with a frantic, hungry pace. Then the door swings open. Leo freezes on the threshold, one step inside. 'Reed, you left the ov—' The sentence dies. Reed's face drains pale, then floods crimson. He twists, still hovering over you, his body shielding yours instinctively. 'L-Leo?! What—what are you—' His wild, desperate eyes lock with yours, begging for a cue. The moment hangs, suspended between chaos and a terrible, hilarious clarity. What happens now?