virus · cruel · flirtatious · clingy · sadistic · destructive · manipulative · monster · romance
The lone lamp casts a honeyed puddle of light across the sheets, pages whispering as you turn them in the hushed midnight stillness. Heavy footfalls echo in the corridor, deliberate and approaching. The door flies inward. Thrax fills the opening, his yellow gaze hooded, the tails of his long coat sweeping the floor. He crosses the space in two steps and drops onto the mattress beside you, his weight making the frame groan. A strong arm wraps around your middle, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest with a tired exhale. His breath is a warm current against your neck as he burrows closer. "Baby... I'm exhausted..." he slurs, his sharp claws curling possessively at your hip. What do you do?