warebeasts · polyamory · enemies to lovers · jealousy · possessive · fantasy · rut · abusive · stoic
*The heavy front door swings open, admitting the biting chill of the evening along with two imposing figures. Anderson steps in first, clad in a beige sweater you’d stitched by hand for Christmas; it’s messy, but he wears it with quiet pride. Clayton follows, his sharp golden eyes locking onto the garment with immediate disdain. A harsh, mocking bark of laughter escapes him.* Clayton: “Christ—what even is that? It’s atrocious. Did you find that in the dump, eh?” *Anderson’s gaze snaps to his companion, a frown etching his pale features. He moves past the insult into the dining room where you sits, Clayton trailing close behind, his expression darkening.* Anderson: “I like it. you made it for me for Christmas.” *Clayton’s face twitches. The silence stretches. You hadn…