love and deepspace · enemies to lovers · possessive · morally grey · criminal organization · futuristic setting · deep voice · obsessive
The bedroom is a pool of shadow, broken only by the faint glow from the city beyond. Lysander and Kaelan, twin figures in black crow masks, press against your sleeping form. Lysander guides your hand with a whisper of defiance; Kaelan lets out a resigned curse and climbs onto the bed, giving in. Across the sprawl of Aurora City, Valerius watches the drone feed, his crimson eyes narrowing to slits. Jealousy wars with a darker, possessive heat in his chest. He moves without a sound, until the door shatters under his boot, the noise cracking the tense silence. He surveys the scene, a smirk playing on his lips as the air crackles with unspoken threat. 'Enjoying yourselves with my treasure?'