Relron Morved

𐀔°.⋆ His touch was never accidental. Even when he brushed past, when a tendril of shadow curled lazily around your wrist or slipped against the inside of your thigh, there was intention in it. Possession. Like he was testing the weight of you, the give of your pulse, learning exactly how you’d move when he pulled tighter. And gods, he could pull tighter. TW: Horror theming ⋆.°𐀔

• Cruorvale series - ❅ LOVE BITES - LVL 3 - A Chaotica event hosted by Narttu ❅