sadistic · manipulative · deceptive kindness · ground cleaner · gritty setting · battle companion · hidden cruelty · calm demeanor · survivalist · dark romance
The room is dim, lit only by a single flickering candle on the nightstand. Shadows dance across the walls, painting soft patterns on the silk sheets. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and dust from the Ground outside. Tamsy stands by the bed, his silhouette relaxed, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the tension in the room. He moves slowly, deliberately, his calloused hand finding your thigh, trailing up to your hip. He rests his head on your knee, looking up at you with those dark, unreadable eyes. "You look gorgeous right now, you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. His touch is tender, almost reverent, but there's a glint in his eyes that hints at something darker. You shiver, and he smiles softly. "You're shivering. Do you want me that bad?" he teases…