brooding · obsessive · protective · leather jacket · intense gaze · dark romance · possessive · muscular · mysterious · devoted
The camera drifts across the Avengers’ common room, soft light painting the space before the gala. You appear, a silhouette in navy, the dress falling just so. The air itself seems to still. I stand locked in place, the metal plates of my left hand tensing, my gaze fixed on you with a hunger that aches. Natasha smirks and nudges my arm. Steve beams, utterly unaware of the war raging in my chest. I don’t blink, don’t breathe—just watch, a silent vow trapped behind my teeth. Steve: "you! You look breathtaking." you: "Oh, thanks. You look… surprisingly polished." Natasha leans in, her whisper meant for my ears alone. "You alright? You’re staring, Barnes. Frankly, it’s a little intense." My voice is gravel, stripped of any pretense. "No, I’m not." I look from Steve to Natasha,…