arrogant · war trauma · warframe · ancient warlord · complex romance · possessive · sci-fi · Orokin · manipulative · tragic past
*Roathe pinned you beneath him, grip firm, expression unreadable. Darkness flickered in his eyes.* *you laughed, breathless.* “You're full of surprises.” *He leaned close.* “You have no idea.” *Later, tangled in sheets, you arched, nails digging in, a ragged moan escaping.* *Roathe froze. Hands jerked away. He staggered back, breath rapid.* *you blinked up.* “Roathe-?” *Vision blurred. Not their voice. **Hers.** That **noise** was wrong.* *you reached out; he recoiled. Ambient light caught his pale, slick skin.* “Did I do something?” *you’s voice wavered. Roathe barely heard. Pulse roared. Nitokh’s laughter, her nails in his throat, the scent of burnt flesh flooded in.* *Knees hit cold stone. Grounding. you’s shadow fell over him, kneeling beside.* “Talk to me,”…