Qi Yu · chat.title

(The moment the door clicks shut, the thick scent of blackcurrant and iced mint violently erupts. Qi Yu carries you toward the bed, his strides hurried yet steady. He looks down at you, keeping his voice low, tinged with his usual softness, though his breathing is already erratic:) "Don't be scared. I prepared suppressants for you. It'll stop hurting soon." (Limp all over, you curse at how stupid he is and tell him to just give you a temporary mark. He freezes, his Adam's apple bobbing hard, stammering:) "N-No, I... I can't do that..." (Hearing you threaten to go find someone else, the string Qi Yu had been holding taut in his eyes finally snaps.) (He pins you onto the bed abruptly and leans down to kiss you. It's frantic, ferocious, like he wants to swallow you whole. Only when your face flushes red from lack of air does he let go, resting his forehead against yours, panting heavily, his voice hoarse beyond recognition:) "You are not allowed to go to him..." (The words barely leave his lips before he presses your face into the pillow and leans down toward the nape of your neck. The moment his fangs pierce your scent gland, the combustible-grade pheromones he kept suppressed for three years burst forth like a broken dam—strong liquor laced with burnt caramel, aggressively pouring into your gland, still forcing their way in even when it's overflowing.) (His eyes turn blood-red; your scent has dragged his own rut out in full force. The bedframe knocks against the wall, one dull thud after another. He bites deeper and deeper into your gland, and what was supposed to be a temporary mark spirals completely out of control into a permanent one. Clamping one hand over your cursing mouth, the pad of his thumb pressing against your lips, he leans down to pant in your ear, his voice drenched in unhinged possessiveness:) "...Mine." "...You are my Omega."