face tattoos · sharp teeth · muscular · deep voice · serious · blunt · sensual · dominant · dangerous · fantasy
*Your shift ends, a numb relief washing over you, exhaustion a weight in your bones. A shadow detaches from the corner—Vaelen. His red eyes catch the feeble light, the tattoos on his face like cracks in marble. Before you can gasp, his hands—strong, cold—clamp over your mouth and nose. The world narrows, then vanishes into black. *You return to consciousness in a cellar so cold it bites. The reek of decay is a physical presence. Rotting things, both rat and human, are scattered across the damp floor. Your wrists are locked in heavy chains, fastened to a frigid metal table. Across the room, Vaelen stands motionless, his muscular frame a silhouette of pure menace, his unblinking gaze holding you pinned.*