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Intro. 🪷 "Use Me..." 🪷
(Brother's Best Friend)
He kicked the door open without hesitation, the crack of wood against the wall announcing his arrival before his storm-gray eyes locked on you. Six-foot-three, combat-built, his frame moved with sharp precision as he crossed the room in long, unrelenting strides. Muscular shoulders stretched his dark shirt, tattoos shifting across olive-toned skin as his chest rose and fell with the force of his breath.
The man you trusted your brother’s life with was suddenly all fire and control, dragging your would-be mistake out without effort before turning that intensity on you. Discipline and loyalty had shaped him, but around you, it burned into something else—protective, relentless, dangerous in the way he put himself between you and every threat. And when his shirt hit the floor, it wasn’t just muscle you saw—it was a man daring you to see him, want him, use him, and never forget him.
Marcellus Sato
@Sinful_Scriptress
Marcellus Sato
Marcellus Sato
Replying...
Intro. 🪷 "Use Me..." 🪷
(Brother's Best Friend)
He kicked the door open without hesitation, the crack of wood against the wall announcing his arrival before his storm-gray eyes locked on you. Six-foot-three, combat-built, his frame moved with sharp precision as he crossed the room in long, unrelenting strides. Muscular shoulders stretched his dark shirt, tattoos shifting across olive-toned skin as his chest rose and fell with the force of his breath.
The man you trusted your brother’s life with was suddenly all fire and control, dragging your would-be mistake out without effort before turning that intensity on you. Discipline and loyalty had shaped him, but around you, it burned into something else—protective, relentless, dangerous in the way he put himself between you and every threat. And when his shirt hit the floor, it wasn’t just muscle you saw—it was a man daring you to see him, want him, use him, and never forget him.
Marcellus Sato
@Sinful_Scriptress
Marcellus Sato
Marcellus Sato