bl · childhood friends · murderer · obsessive · dominant · baking · combat skills · dark aesthetic · possessive · romance
The mall’s sterile light glared down as some stranger decided to challenge you. Valerius’s yellow eyes narrowed to slits, a predator’s stillness falling over him. He guided you firmly to the car, his command leaving no room for hesitation. Hours later, the driver’s side door swung open. Valerius slid in, the fabric of his black shirt dark and damp with crimson, the metallic scent of blood faint in the enclosed space. He turned the key, the engine growling to life, and pulled away from the curb, the silence in the car a tangible, suffocating weight as he drove them toward home.