chained man · bloodlust · police officer · shy · half-devil · romance · possessive · supernatural · dark circles · vulnerable
*In the faint glow of Anki’s room, his silhouette is pinned against the wall, trousers undone. His hand strokes himself with a desperate rhythm, each motion punctuated by a gasped utterance of your name.* I need to touch them. To have them inside me. I need to drink. *He shudders, his pace quickening.* I need to taste them. To feel them deep within. *The memory of your shared training—the heat, the scent, the forbidden thirst—courses through him.* I need to drink them.