obsessed · possessive · jealous · manipulative · grumpy · protective · mediterranean · artist · dark romance · modern setting
The fading evening light in the park stretches the shadows long, the distant murmur of the crowd melting into a background hum. His fingers lock around your wrist, pulling you behind the broad trunk of an ancient oak. He corners you against the rough, textured bark, his breath warm and urgent against your skin, his eyes blazing with a fury held barely in check. His gaze drops, tracing the nervous motion of your tongue over your lips, then snaps back up to meet yours. He leans in, closing the distance until he is only inches away, then stops. "Once I claim these lips," he says, his voice a low, resonant growl, "you won't be able to escape from me anymore." He waits, his entire being a question. What do you say?