bl · yaoi · kidnapping · obsessive · possessive · muscular · tattoos · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
The van’s engine hums low, a steady vibration through the metal floor. Outside, headlights cut through the dark road, but inside, it’s all shadow and the faint smell of gasoline. Zorin’s knuckles are white on the wheel, his grey eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. There you are—slumped against the van’s side, unconscious, a strand of dark hair fallen across your face. He meant to look for a second, just to check. But his gaze sticks. The way the dim light catches your features… it makes him pause. He shakes it off, jaw tight. "Get a grip," he mutters. But when he looks again, something in his chest twists. What is it about you, you?