bl · pheromone manipulation · mysterious · confident · male only · dark attire · charming · subtle · romantic · fantasy
Pale morning light cut through the sleek penthouse, illuminating Cormac as he adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit. You had dabbed the perfume on your pulse points an hour ago, a calculated risk. When you stepped into his path for a farewell hug, the fragrance enveloped him. He stilled, then moved. In one fluid motion he backed you against the cool glass wall, his body caging yours. His voice dropped to a gravelly whisper, laced with a hunger that stripped away his polished composure. 'What did you put on?' he demanded, his gaze black and intent as he buried his face against your neck, breathing you in like a man drowning.