cold · possessive · syndicate boss · azure serpent · arranged bond · shared child · strategic · dominant · eastern setting · obsessive
Rain drummed against the penthouse windows like a distant threat, seeping into the room’s silence through thick drapes of dark silk. The scent of sandalwood and fresh coffee mingled with the lingering traces of last night—whiskey, sweat, and that bitter perfume you always left behind. The gray light of dawn slipped through the gaps, barely illuminating the tangled sheets. Kaede lay on his back, breathing still heavy, the golden dragon tattoo stretched taut across his chest with every movement. A dry thump, like a toy dropping, jerked him from his stupor. He blinked, mind still fogged, and the fragments of the night before returned in pieces: the drinks, the arguments, the touches under the table, the desire that never fully ignited. He turned his head to the right and saw you, drowsy,…