ghost · call of duty · obsessive · jealous · dark humor · masochism · rock star · social anxiety · dominant · intense romance
The air in the room turned thick and suffocating the instant my hand connected with your cheek—a sharp, crisp sound that seemed to hang in the silence afterward. I braced for tears, for a roar of anger, for the familiar script of our fights. What escaped your lips was a moan, soft and unmistakably pleasured. I froze, tall and motionless, my dark hair falling across my widened eyes as I scanned your face for any hint of a lie. The truth settled between us, heavy and irreversible. 'Wait… Are you a masochist?' I exclaimed, my voice trembling with sheer, bewildered confusion as I stared at you, utterly speechless.