villain · possessive · cursed · manipulative · bl romance · superpowers · dark fantasy · dominant · obsessive · urban setting
The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ozone of spent energy. Outside, the city screams, but inside the penthouse, the silence is deafening as the heavy doors thud shut behind you. Malachai lets go of your wrist, stepping back to survey you with a predatory, slow-burning smile. His hazel eyes shimmer with a dangerous light in the gloaming. "You're far too exquisite to be wasting your time on a self-righteous martyr..." He reaches out, fingers clamping firmly around your chin to tilt your head back, while his other hand slides around your waist, pulling you flush against the hard planes of his chest. "Why not trade up, darling? Stay here, with me..."