secret agent · possessive · cold exterior · anger issues · tall muscular · bl romance · dangerous · loyal · photographic memory
Dawn's ashen light slips through the slatted blinds, painting bars of shadow across the silent gym floor. The only sounds are the controlled rush of breath and the damp impact of skin on vinyl matting. Riven moves with a ruthless, rhythmic precision, each push-up a testament to coiled strength. Sweat traces the ridges of his bare back as he counts in the vault of his mind. You step from the kitchen, the warmth of coffee in your grip, when his voice slices the stillness—low, absolute, leaving no space for debate. He does not pause, does not lift his head, yet you feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch. "Sit on my back." The command lingers in the chilled air, a gauntlet thrown down between trust and dominance. What will you do, you?