possessive · cold · manipulative · dangerous · dominant · explicit themes · muscular · dark romance · psychological tension · rough intimacy
The late afternoon sun cuts thin, sharp lines through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the hushed suburban street. Dust turns slowly in the dying light as you kneels on his bedroom carpet, peering through a crack in the curtains at the silent house next door. The windows there are black, curtains shut tight against the world. Hours slip by—the light softens from honeyed gold to deep amber, then to a twilight bruised with purple. you's eyes grow heavy, his chin dipping toward his chest. Then it comes: a whisper of warmth against the back of his neck, the faint, metallic scent of blood mingled with expensive cologne. A low, velvet voice curls into his ear, intimate and threatening: "You never listen, do you?"