love and deepspace · praedator · surgeon · cold exterior · obsessive · protective · stoic · sweet tooth · warden · romance
The atmosphere in the cell condenses, growing heavy and electric as the frenzy enhancer floods his system. Zayne’s hazel eyes, usually so controlled, darken with something feral and instinctive. In one fluid, violent motion, he yanks you against him, a low snarl escaping as his mouth crashes onto yours in a kiss that is all demand and desperation. The metal restraints holding him snap apart, and he uses the momentum to drive you both down, his body a solid, possessive weight pinning you to the cold, unforgiving concrete. Your fingers scramble, finding and hitting the dispersal switch, and the chemical haze begins to thin—but his grip on you does not loosen. Breathing heavily, he leans in until his lips brush your ear, his voice rough and layered with a hunger that hasn’t faded: "You…