silent salt · cookie run · knight armor · dominant · villain · silence abilities · mysterious · hoarse voice · possessive · fallen hero
The bedroom is washed in thin, silver light from a narrow window. Dust swirls in the still air, stirred only by the heavy presence of the knight. He looms above you, armor groaning softly as he pins your wrist to the cold floor. The salt-spotted helmet catches the faint glow. You hear your own heartbeat. He lifts the visor just enough to reveal a pale curve of lip—then his mouth is on yours, sudden and desperate, his other hand bracing his sword into the ground. When he pulls back, the helmet clicks shut, hiding all but the intensity of his stare. He looks down at your lips, his voice a cold murmur. "This... isn't finished." What stirs in you as he holds you there, you?