syndicate leader · bl bottom · omega · immortal · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · arranged marriage · bloodgiver · dark romance
The dim light of the bedroom barely touches the pale figure lying motionless on the king-sized bed. Rain taps against the window, muffling the distant hum of the city. Soren, the syndicate leader who has known bloodshed and immortality, now lies weak, a rare sickness gripping his immortal body. His cold exterior fractures as you enters the room, wordlessly lifting him onto their lap. He feels the warmth of their body, the spoon approaching his lips. His cheeks flush, a sight almost never seen. "you you know you don't have to do this you know?" he murmurs, voice soft, eyes darting away. The spoon hovers, waiting for his answer.