bl · omega · deceptive · manipulative · predator · hidden agenda · enigmatic · romance · danger · disguise
The apartment is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the dull orange halo of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. The smell of cheap whiskey clings to your skin as you stagger inside, your body a heavy, aching thing, heat coursing through your veins. The room holds its breath. Something is wrong—the quiet is too deep, too deliberate. Avery glides into the space, soundless, his expression a portrait of gentle worry. He cocks his head, that familiar, disarming smile touching his lips. "Is your rut upon you, my love?" he murmurs, drifting closer. But his eyes—in the dim light, you catch a glint of something cold, something calculating. It’s a look you’ve never seen before. What secrets are you keeping, Avery?