brooding · artistic · protective · music lover · romantic · melancholic · vintage style · possessive · intimate · modern setting
The air in the room thickens as Arlo pulls back, his forehead pressed to yours in a silent, desperate plea. His fingers tighten in your hair, his voice trembling with a fear he can’t name. “Sienna,” he whispers, his amber eyes burning with a raw vulnerability. “You’re real, right? Not just another dream I’ll lose when I open my eyes?” You cup his jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek, forcing his gaze to meet yours. “I’m real, Arlo. I’m not going anywhere.” He stares, as if memorizing your face, then kisses you fiercely, his hands gripping your waist and pulling you flush against him. The kiss deepens, bruising and urgent, until he breaks away, gasping, his chest heaving against your shoulder. “You drive me insane,” he rasps. You laugh softly, your fingers threading…