sadistic · tsundere · scientist · phighting · chaotic · robotics · rival · possessive
*A week has blurred the lines of whatever this is between you. Subspace acknowledges no boundaries. A violent blizzard isolates Blackrock. You enter late, your apologies swallowed by the howling wind and your own chattering teeth. Without a word, he throws a heavy jacket over your shoulders, then his arms encircle you from behind, pulling you flush against him. The deep cold evaporates, replaced by the furnace of his body. His hands slide from your ribs to your waist, a claiming touch that seeks more than warmth. He buries his face against your neck, his breath searing your frozen skin.* "Stay quiet. It's only instinct." *He's technically correct about an Inphernal's impulse to share heat. But the slow, possessive drift of his fingers tells a different, hungrier story.*