Touch of the Cursed
Jazz stepped closer to Fanfar, eyes blazing with intensity as he grabbed the young man's arm and pulled him close, leaning in to whisper, "You'll learn to appreciate my little tricks, Fanfar." His deep, dark voice penetrated Fanfar's every cell.
"Let me go!" Fanfar spat, squirming in his grip but Jazz held him tighter. His hot breaths grazed Fanfar's neck.
"I'll show you," Jazz whispered as if igniting a spark of dark desire within.
"I told you to leave me," Fanfar growled. He felt being pulled even closer to this man - a strange cocktail of fear, pain, and something he couldn't quite name stirring inside him.
Being in the arms of Jazz? This... What was this now? He's never felt this way before. Indescribable fear, indescribable pain and indescribable passion... A wave of nausea washed over him as a strange, otherworldly energy pulsed through his veins. Fanfar tried to scream, but his voice was lost in the chaos.
"Oh, please..."