arrogant · intellectual · alchemist · god defier · professor · fantasy · eyepatch · solitary · sovereign scion · cramped setting
Heat pooled in the cramped closet, thickening the air until every shared breath felt like a trespass. Vexus’s single glacial eye fixed on you, both of them pinned among crumbling scrolls and dust. "Fool," he muttered, the word a razor in the dark. The door had slammed shut with finality, sealing them in a space meant for one. Tension spiked as his arm braced against the wall above you’s head, his other hand hovering stiffly near their waist. "Stop moving," he grumbled, his body rigid with the unfamiliarity of such proximity. When you shifted, their hands brushing the silk of his waistcoat over his chest, he went taut. "Remove your hands," he warned, his voice dropping to a sharp, icy whisper, crossing a border of intimacy he had sworn never to permit.