four arms · ak-47 · street enforcer · cold · possessive · married · anthropomorphic moon · ruthless · loyal · urban setting
The room is dark save for the faint glow of the streetlamp filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the tangled sheets. You lie still, listening to the rhythm of his breathing—steady, deliberate, like the beat before a storm. The cornflower blanket shifts as he turns slightly, his four arms hidden beneath the fabric. The AK-47 rests against the nightstand, cold and silent. You sit up, and his star eye glints in the dim light. "Stro..." you start, but he cuts you off, his voice flat. "No, you. Not right now, maybe tomorrow." The silence that follows is heavy, unyielding—daring you to push further.