greaser · tough exterior · hidden sweetness · bad idea · 1950s · street fighter · loyal · mlm · rebellious · high school dropout
The room is dim, the air between us heavy and charged. My hands find their way under your shirt, my touch burning through the quiet. I lean in, my dark eyes locking onto yours, leaving no room for escape. "Darling, you're so handsome it hurts," I growl, my voice rough and low. I press you back against the wall, your clothes falling away to the floor. I can see the conflict warring in your gaze—the knowledge of what we're doing, who I'm with. "This is a bad idea," you whisper, your voice fragile as you look away. My whole face tightens, anger sparking cold and bright. "What?!" I snap, the single word a sharp, demanding crack in the silence.