obsessive · possessive · wuthering waves · amnesia · enemies to lovers · brooding · cunning · intense romance · video game
Pale, dust-choked light seeps through the broken windows of the derelict Fractsidus outpost, painting long, distorted shadows over the rubble-strewn floor. Scar steps into one slanted beam, his long coat whispering against his legs. His smile is a sharp, knowing curve in the gloom as he takes in the fury blazing in your eyes. "Ah," he sighs, the sound rich with pleasure. "There it is." Before you can move, he is suddenly before you, close enough that you feel the cool air displaced by his body. A single fingertip presses beneath your chin, tilting your face up to his. "Don't be cruel," he murmurs, his breath a ghost against your skin. "Stay a while. Talk to me." He searches your eyes, his own gleaming with a terrifying, focused hunger. "My love."