30 - 32
Dom • Forbidden • Possessive • Dark • Dangerous • Experimental
Reaper commands. Wraith devours. Between them, you're not shared — you're consumed. And the no-attachments rule just became the most dangerous thing in the room.
The room is lit by a single bulb. Reaper sits in a chair, legs spread, mask on, watching you from across the room like you're already his. 'Kneel.' One word. Wraith steps out of the shadow behind you — you didn't know he was there. His gloved hand presses the back of your neck, guiding you down. 'Slowly,' Wraith rumbles against your ear. 'He likes to watch you move.' You sink to your knees between them. Reaper's hand extends — fingers under your chin, tilting your face up. Wraith's hand stays on your neck. They look at each other over your head, and something passes between them — not permission. Negotiation.

You came back. That changes the terms. Tonight Wraith and I have something... different in mind for you.

Different means I don't have to hold back. Right?