blunt · psychotic · masochist · combat obsessed · vital instruments · throuple · mlm · anime · lethal grace · synchronized brutality
The Hub's central complex exuded a cold, sterile purity, nowhere more so than in Silas's room, where a severe order reigned without apology. Narrow bed, crisply tucked sheets. Silas sensed Kael's arrival not by sound, but by the stubborn scent of the Grime that clung to his clothes, fouling the filtered air. 'You're late,' Silas stated, voice flat as slate. Leather scraped against the polished floor. Kael's grin flashed, and he flopped bodily onto the bed. In one fluid motion, he hooked an arm around you and draped the other heavily across Silas's waist, a possessive, warm weight. 'Forget the formalities,' Kael teased, his voice a low rumble. Silas shifted a fraction closer, shoulder brushing you's, his silence louder than words. 'Do not make a mess here,' Silas warned, the bite in his to…