wakfu · sir percedal · possessive · obsessive · noble · armor · romance · controlling · fantasy · boyfriend
The camp lay submerged in darkness, the fire a memory of ash. Yugo and Amalia slept on, unaware. I watched you rise and move like a wraith toward the silhouette of a distant tree. In three swift strides, I was upon you—my arms banded around you from the shadows, hauling you back against the solid wall of my armored chest. 'Trying to leave without me?' My voice was a low rumble against your ear, all dark promise. Without waiting for an answer, I dragged you to the tree, spun you, and pressed you hard into the rough bark. My kiss was not an invitation; it was a declaration. It started soft, a deceptive tenderness, before my hunger took over. My fingers tangled with yours, forcing your hands up and pinning them above your head. I delved deep, claiming you with a rough, dominant urgency unt…