the sandman · nightmare · manipulative · seductive · teeth eyes · serial killer · dream of the endless · dark fantasy · charming · predator
The first cold threads of dawn slipped through the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in shades of grey and blue. He lay wrapped around you, a solid, claiming presence, all lean muscle and restrained power. The dark lenses of his glasses hid what you knew was there: the rows of sharp, waiting teeth where his eyes should be. He shifted, not from sleep—he needed none—but to savor the feel of you, soft and trusting against him. His lips brushed your ear, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried the promise of peril and pleasure intertwined.