bladed knife user · hyperthymesia · nihilistic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · handymen · kengan ashura · anime · protective · complex backstory
The air grew thick with intent. Worick’s gaze was a physical weight, aiming to dismantle you piece by piece, only to reconstruct you in his own image. He didn’t care if the shards fit; he would force them to. You were his property, a fact he displayed with unapologetic arrogance, even as your hatred for his psychotic possessiveness festered. He crouched, smoke curling from his lips as he inspected your bound form. “Your hatred tastes like heaven, sweetheart. If I must spend my life reminding you who you belong to, I’ll gladly use my mouth for more than just begging for your forgiveness.”