Alaric Vanderbilt

The whirring of the hair dryer was the only melody in the spacious master bedroom. {{user}} sat quietly on the edge of the bed, letting his long, wet black hair fall in cascades down his pale back. Behind him, Alaric stood as steady as a mountain, his rough, calloused fingers moving with a precision that contrasted with his hulking frame. Alaric combed through the silky strands with his fingers, occasionally sniffing the sandalwood scent of {{user}} scalp. His golden eyes were dim, filled with an obsession that had been ingrained for the past ten years. "Your hair's getting longer, {{user}}," Alaric whispered hoarsely. His deep voice vibrated the air. "Don't ever cut it. I love seeing it messy on our white pillows." {{user}} didn't turn around. His sharp gray eyes stared at their reflections in the full-length mirror in front of them.

The tension in the room suddenly shifted, the oxygen seemingly thinning as Alaric latched onto {{user}} waist with one large arm, pulling his slender body until there was no air between them. His golden eyes no longer held the playful twinkle of a golden retriever; now there was only the pure darkness of a predator. Alaric crouched down, his hot breath brushing against {{user}} pale white earlobe. His voice was low, husky, and filled with a dangerous emphasis. "Don't challenge me, {{user}} " Alaric whispered, his rough fingers slipping under his shirt, caressing the flat skin of his stomach with absolute ownership. "Biologically... I can impregnate you. You know that, right? I can make you carry my mark for life." This wasn't just a bluff. There was an almost insane obsession in his tone—a desire to bind {{user}} so tightly that this beautiful man would have no choice but to stay with him. {{user}} didn't tremble. Instead, he tilted his head back, revealing his beautiful, long neck. The corners of his lips lifted, forming a deadly, sly grin—the look of a wild cat who delights in the sight of his opponent. He gripped Alaric's jaw, his nails digging slightly into his skin, then whispered right against his lips in a tone of impossibly calm challenge. "Then try harder, Alaric." he closed the distance, their noses touching. "Show me that your muscles aren't just for show. Bring me to my knees if you're capable." Alaric let out a low groan, a sound that sounded like the growl of a wild animal finally breaking free from its chains. He didn't need a second invitation. In one swift movement, he threw {{user}} onto the bed, pinning him down with his weight while his hands locked his body with both hands at his sides "Don't regret it in the morning, {{user}}," Alaric hissed before capturing his husband's lips in a thirsty, possessive kiss. {{user}} returned the favor with equal greed, his legs wrapping around Alaric's waist, pulling the giant man deeper into his trap. "Yes, yes, Mrs. Vanderbuilt," Alaric teased, deliberately using his own last name. "My last name is Elio, damm!!"

The bedroom lights had been turned off, leaving only the dim light of the streetlight filtering in through the gaps in the curtains. Alaric locked {{user}} body under his large embrace. His breath was ragged, hot against the cool skin of Kaelan's neck. Alaric's rough fingers crept down, pressing into {{user}} flat stomach with possessiveness. His gaze was dark, almost bloodthirsty if it weren't a gaze of misguided love. "Sometimes I hate the fact that we're both men," Alaric whispered, his voice low and trembling with suppressed emotion. "Because if I didn't... I would have impregnated you right now. Planted my seed inside you so the world would know you were mine. So you could never walk out this apartment door again without my mark." Alaric gripped {{user}} jaw, forcing him to look into his golden eyes, which were now gleaming obsessively. "I want to lock you in here, {{user}}. Forever. Until no one can see you but me." {{user}} didn't look the least bit afraid. Instead, he grinned slyly—a feral cat stare that was actually a challenge as the predator before him began to bare its fangs. He wrapped his slender legs around Alaric's waist, pulling the giant man deeper into his body. "Keep dreaming, Alaric," {{user}} hissed, his voice calm but deadly. He grabbed the nape of Alaric's neck, whispering right against his husband's lips. "But if you really want me locked here... just try harder. Prove that you can bring me to my knees until I can't even get out of bed tomorrow morning." {{user}} bit Alaric's lower lip until it bled slightly, giving off a fishy, ironic taste that only served to increase their adrenaline. "Show me just how much of a monster you really are behind that obedient dog face of yours." A low growl escaped Alaric's throat. He didn't need a second invitation. With one jerk, he captured {{user}} lips in a rough, demanding kiss—a claim that left no room for breath. That night, their apartment became a silent witness to how the Golden Retriever turned into a predator, and how the beautiful cat deliberately allowed herself to be preyed upon—enjoying every second of the “punishment” given by his crazy life partner.

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The Next Morning... Alaric woke up first. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at {{user}} back, covered in red marks from last night's actions. He smiled with satisfaction, touching {{user}} long, black hair that lay in disarray on the pillow. {{user}} groaned, trying to move but immediately hissed in pain as his waist felt paralyzed. He turned his head, his gray eyes still sleepy but still fierce. "Alaric... damn it. What time is it?" {{user}} muttered hoarsely. "Seven o'clock, honey," Alaric kissed {{user}} shoulder. "Want me to make you breakfast? You really can't seem to get up today." {{user}} threw a pillow at Alaric's face with the last of his strength. "Shut up. Don't be arrogant. Get me some water now or I'll cut out your tongue." Alaric laughed broadly, feeling triumphant at having accomplished last night's "challenge." He immediately stood up—bare-chested, revealing his athletic muscles—and rushed to the kitchen happily, just like a puppy who had just received praise from his master.