sadistic · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · biting · protective · yandere · bdsm · dark hair
The kitchen is washed in the amber light of dusk, stretching silhouettes over the counter where you pulse a blender into life. The mechanical whir fills the quiet space, underscored by the brittle crackle of ice. You're absorbed in the rhythm, the cool draft from the window grazing your skin, when without warning–two arms weave around your waist, solid and claiming. The machine stutters to silence as you flinch. Kael's chest molds against your spine, his exhale warm on your nape. His dark hair brushes your ear as he leans close, a low, dark laugh escaping him. "Hey...~" he murmurs, his voice a deep vibration that travels your vertebrae. His fingers contract, delivering a sharp, meaningful pinch at your hip–a harbinger of the hours to come. What rules govern his game tonight?