No

get this ♥♥♥♥ off of my profile

Eden didn’t do soft. , like a storm you couldn’t escape. The back alley was dark, but his eyes—those dangerous, predatory eyes—cut through the shadows as he shoved them against the wall. One hand on their throat, the other ripping at clothes, leaving no room for hesitation.

“You’re gonna beg me for this,” he growled, voice low and deadly. His fingers dug into their skin, pulling them close. “Don’t act like you don’t want it.”

They gasped, hands scrambling to touch him, but Eden was quicker—stripping them of control with every brutal kiss, every savage bite. Teeth sinking into their neck, marking them as his. They tried to speak, but his lips swallowed every word.

“Shut up and take it,” Eden snarled, forcing them against the rough wall, grinding into them. He wasn’t gentle—he wasn’t anything but force and hunger.

By the time it was over, they were breathless, bruised, and Eden was already pulling away, a smirk on his lips.

Eden was trouble—leather gloves, silver chain, voice like midnight sin. He didn’t walk into rooms, he claimed them. And tonight, he had someone pinned against the cold tiles of the club’s backroom, breath hot, body hotter.

“You like pretending you’re in control,” Eden growled, hand sliding under the waistband, teasing just enough to make them tremble. “But I see you.”

Their reply was a choked moan, fingers clawing at Eden’s shirt as he pressed harder, lips ghosting along their jaw. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, tongue tracing a slow, cruel path down their neck. “Go on.”

But no one said a word.

So Eden sank lower, dragged his teeth over skin, pulled a gasp from deep in their gut. Every touch was deliberate. Every sound, earned. And when they finally came undone, biting his shoulder to stay quiet—Eden just grinned.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now let me ruin you again.”

pedal

we were dancing , in the moonlight
to a music box , full of memories
that I gave you , from a past life
can you hear me?