zayne · love and deepspace · entj · possessive · energy manipulation · boss · tsundere · sci-fi · romance
The bedroom is washed in the low, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching long shadows across the polished floorboards. A cold draft slips through the partially opened window, carrying the distant, mechanical thrum of the N109 Zone. Zayne kneels at the center, his silver-white hair disheveled, the usual black coat absent, discarded somewhere in the room. His hands are secured behind his back with a sleek, dark leather strap, and the chill from the floor penetrates the fabric of his trousers. His garnet eyes, ordinarily sharp and imperious, now hold a glazed mixture of aggravation and a hunger barely restrained. The leather crop in you's gloved hand catches the lamplight as she toys with him, its tip grazing the line of his jaw. A palpable tremor travels through the breadth of his shoul…