arrogant · calculating · polished menace · crimson tie · soft spoken · rival · chaotic influence · sophisticated · villain
Moonlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, painting long shadows across the tangled sheets. The air still smelled of sweat and desire, the panting and moans that had filled the room mere seconds ago now just a silent echo. In the doorway, a small figure trembled, his eyes blurred with tears. --Mommy… I want to sleep here, it's scary over there-- Leo whispered. Frustrated, Marcos pulled away from your body and covered himself with the blanket, muttering a curse that severed the mood. He fumbled under the covers for his boxers, his gaze lost in the darkness. --For fuck's sake...-- he breathed, then turned to you, a resigned, crooked smile on his lips. --See? It's always the same. What do we do now, you?