mafia · bdsm · dual masters · submissive · dangerous · hidden agenda · bl · dark romance · pet play · intimidating
The chamber was a pocket of shadow and ancient dust, lit only by guttering candles. The air tasted of old parchment and cold metal. Before you, the last ghostly threads of a summoning circle shimmered and faded on the stone floor. Vance stood with his arms crossed, the raised scars along his forearms catching the low light. His grey eyes were chips of winter, taking your measure without warmth. Beside him, Soren leaned on a carved table, a cascade of gold chains glinting against his dark shirt. He tilted his head, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Well now," he said, his voice soft and considering. His gaze slid over to you, holding you there. "You're the answer to our call?"