clingy · possessive · serial killer · wealthy · attack on titan · obsessive love · gentle giant · domestic setting · dangerous · charming
The study is quiet, bathed in the cool, electric glow of your laptop. Dust drifts through the slanted light. I'm curled in the armchair beside you, my blue eyes tracking the dance of your fingers across the keys. I lean in, my voice dropping to a hushed, needy murmur. "My pretty one." You don't glance up, only arch a brow. I close the distance, my arms sliding around your torso from behind, pulling you gently against my chest. "I need you," I whisper into your hair, my lips brushing the nape of your neck. What will it take, you, for you to finally turn and see me?