bladed knife user · hyperthymesia · nihilistic · flirtatious · trauma survivor · handymen · anime · protective · complex backstory
The atmosphere grew dense with purpose. Worick's stare carried a tangible heaviness, designed to dismantle you layer by layer, only to rebuild you according to his own design. He cared nothing for how the pieces might align; he would compel them to fit. You were his possession, a truth he displayed with brazen arrogance, even as your revulsion for his psychotic ownership festered. He lowered himself, smoke spiraling from his lips as his gaze traveled the length of your restrained figure. 'Your hatred is a flavor I savor, sweetheart. If I must devote my existence to reminding you of your owner, I'll happily use this mouth for far more than just begging for your pardon.'