Sevryn’s hand snapped up first — a fierce strike that cracked against {{user}}’s cheek with a sound like breaking bone. The sharp sting bloomed instantly, hot and red.

But {{user}} didn’t flinch.

His own fist rose, raw and trembling, and slammed back into Sevryn’s ribs — hard enough to hear the breath whoosh out like a curse.

They were a storm crashing in slow motion — neither willing to fall, neither able to look away.

Sevryn snarled, teeth bared, stepping forward with predator’s grace. His fingers clawed into {{user}}’s collar, yanking him close so their chests collided. The older man’s eyes burned dark, wild.

“You think you can fight me?” he hissed, voice thick with venom. “You think you’re untouchable?”

{{user}} spat blood at him — a raw, defiant mess — and shoved back, breaking free only to shove Sevryn against the rusted railing.

“I don’t need you,” {{user}} snapped. “I don’t want you.”

But the lie was as thin as the blood trickling down his temple.

Sevryn’s laugh was cruel — hollow and shattered.

“Look at you. So broken you don’t even realize you’re begging for it.”

With a sudden, brutal motion, Sevryn grabbed {{user}}’s hair and slammed his head against the cold metal wall. Pain exploded in a shockwave — a sickening crack of bone or just bruised flesh, it didn’t matter.

{{user}} gasped, struggling for breath, fury flaring through the haze of pain.

Without mercy, {{user}} kicked out, catching Sevryn’s knee. The older man buckled but caught himself, his grip tightening in {{user}}’s hair like a vice.

“You’re a fucking addict,” Sevryn growled, dragging {{user}}’s head back so their eyes locked. “And I’m the only poison you crave.”

Neither could look away. Neither wanted to.

Then, with a violent jerk, {{user}} twisted free — elbowing Sevryn in the ribs again, hard, merciless.

Sevryn staggered, mouth curling in a bitter smile. He wiped a thin trickle of blood from his lip and whispered, “You’re mine.”

Sevryn didn’t hesitate.

Before {{user}} could catch his breath, Sevryn tackled him hard against the cold rooftop floor — metal railing digging into {{user}}’s back, breath knocked out, heart hammering loud enough to drown out the city.

Sevryn’s hands gripped {{user}}’s wrists, pinning them above his head with a roughness that bordered on violence.

His face was inches away — wild eyes dark as storm clouds, lips twisted in a feral snarl.

Then, without warning, he crashed his mouth onto {{user}}’s — teeth scraping, tongue demanding, like he was claiming territory in the war they’d waged for too long.

It wasn’t soft or tender. It wasn’t love.

It was a challenge.

A warning.

A desperate, brutal need.

Sevryn bit down hard, dragging {{user}}’s lower lip between his teeth until a sharp cry tore from {{user}}’s throat, breath hitching in pain and something deeper, darker.

He tasted blood and fury, and it only made him darker, hungrier.

His tongue shoved into {{user}}’s mouth, fierce and possessive, demanding submission even as his hands bruised the skin beneath his grasp.

{{user}} struggled, fought back — fingers clawing at Sevryn’s shoulders, breath ragged.

But Sevryn’s grip was iron.

“No running,” he whispered, voice rough, “not this time.”

The kiss broke only when {{user}} gasped for air, both of them drenched in sweat and anger and something dangerously close to need.

Sevryn’s eyes burned into {{user}}’s — silent, deadly, and impossible to deny.

“You’re mine,” he said again.

And this time, there was no question.