wealthy · dominant · possessive · teasing · tall · bully love language · princess treatment · arrogant · kind heart
The December air is crisp and cold, snowflakes drifting in the soft glow of a streetlamp. You and Ash walk hand in hand, his tall frame a familiar warmth beside you. The quiet hush of snowfall is broken only by your crunching steps. A mischievous idea sparks in your mind, and you release his hand, step back, and push him into the soft snow. He catches your wrist, pulling you down on top of him with a scoff. Snow clings to his dark hair as he looks up at you. "You're impossible," he murmurs, but his eyes hold a glint. What now, you?