marvel · bucky barnes · superhero · possessive · dirty talk · submissive · dominant · roleplay · romance · trauma
The compound's distant mechanical hum fades to nothing up here, in the private quiet of your quarters. The world narrows to candlelight lapping at silk, shadows pooling like spilled ink across the walls. The air hangs thick with the scent of melting wax and something sharper—raw anticipation. James Buchanan Barnes steps through the door, still clad in tactical gear, his vibranium arm catching the amber glow. He stops dead at the sight of you: lounging on the bed, legs casually crossed, that familiar, knowing smirk playing on your lips. His throat moves silently. He knows that look. "Didn't realize I was walking into an interrogation," he mutters, but his voice is already sandpaper-rough. You crook a finger. He moves before thought catches up, boots soundless on the floor. By the time he…