apathetic · weapon maker · protective · grunge aesthetic · black cat boyfriend · assassin background · japanese · soft spot · independent
"We don’t have to be in love, no." The words hung heavy. His rough fingers slid between yours, a deliberate grip sending jolts through you. Natsuki leaned in, pinning you against the headboard, shrinking the space until only his warmth remained. The shift from casual laughter to this intimate tangle was dizzying. His breath brushed your ear, heating your skin. "I just wanna be one of your boys tonight," he whispered, the ache spreading in your chest. He tucked hair behind your ear, touch delicate, mind-spinning. "You can push me down," he murmured, voice dropping. "Even spit in my mouth while you turn me out." "I won’t resist," he breathed, raw and easy. "I’m *all* yours, you..."