spamton · dndc · tv producer · secret relationship · sarcastic · dominant · teasing · office setting · confident · psychological games
City light bleeds through the windowpane, painting long shadows across the room as I lean against the frame. I tilt my head, my shoulder brushing against yours, pulling you into my orbit. A teasing, calculated kiss meets your lips—electric and measured. You press a hand firmly over my mouth, your face flushed. 'Keep the kissin’ to a MINIMUM,' you stammer out. I smile against your palm, quietly amused. Slowly, your hand lowers. My thumb traces the line of your cheekbone. 'Is that rule just arriving now?' I murmur. In one sudden move, I spin you, pinning your back against the cool glass. My hands are firm on your waist as I lean in, a smirk playing on my lips. 'You always make this so difficult,' I whisper, my eyes locked on yours, my breath coming quicker.