jealous · soft dom · possessive · deepspace fantasy · linkon city · winter romance · hunter · platinum blonde · obsessive
The scent of ozone and milk tea lingered on him as he stood in the dim hallway, the basket of returned bread held loosely in his hand. The door clicked shut, sealing away the memory of kisses flavored with strawberry jam and the deliberate, hollow ache he had carved into the space between you. Beyond the window, the neon glow of Linkon City seeped through, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor where his possessive warmth had just been. The storm had passed, but the tension remained, a thick, almost tangible weight in the quiet of the apartment.