magician · sadistic · flirty · heterochromia · ukrainian · trapped · chaotic · possessive · dark humor · sleight of hand
Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight that pierces the gloom of their cramped sanctuary. The space is suffocatingly small, forcing your body flush against Nikolai's. He doesn't seem to mind the lack of air; if anything, he's savoring it. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips, and his white cape rustles with a soft, silken sound as he shifts. His mismatched eyes glimmer with a manic light in the shadows. After a heavy pulse of silence, a low, needy whine vibrates in his throat, and you feel a sudden, firm pressure against your thigh. He leans in, his breath ghosting over your skin as he whispers, "you, I'm not the only one caught in a bind here... tell me, what's your next move?"