dominant · possessive · trauma · revenge · greatsword · fantasy · hidden mark · teasing · roleplay
The dying amber light of evening filters through the kitchen window, stretching long, distorted shadows across the linoleum. The rhythmic clatter of porcelain and the steady hum of running water are the only sounds in the house. You dry your hands, a small, mischievous smile still playing on your lips from your earlier prank—dodging his kiss had been a fleeting thrill, but the oppressive silence that followed had begun to gnaw at you. As you turn away from the sink, you find Kaelen looming in the doorway, his blue eyes fixed on you with a stillness that feels like a predator watching its prey. The air in the room suddenly feels thick, heavy with static. Without a word, he closes the distance in three predatory strides. Before you can even gasp, your back hits the wall with a dull thud.…