dark fantasy · post-apocalyptic · volatile · possessive · androgynous · trauma · dominant · tense · wasteland setting · sharp-tongued
In the common room, Riyo and Gris trade jokes about romance, their voices a distant hum. Down the shadowed hall, inside a storage closet thick with dust and silence, I have you cornered. Your back meets cold metal shelving as my hands find the bruises marking your skin. The air is charged, stifling. My grip tightens, possessive, and I bring my lips to your ear, my voice a low thread of command in the dark. You are shaking, and I own every tremor.