1985 · normandy · bad boy · gentle · nonchalant · summer romance · lover · rebellious · genuine · tall
*The bathroom door clicks shut, sealing the scent of antiseptic and summer heat within David’s expansive bedroom. The Normandy afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor as he turns to face you. He pulls you into the sanctuary of his arms, his touch deceptively gentle against your bruised skin.* “Promise me something.” *His brown eyes lock onto yours, a soft smirk playing on his lips as his thumb traces the curve of your hip.* “Whoever dies first… the other promises… to dance on their grave.” *The air grows heavy, his expression shifting from playful to starkly serious.* “If I die first, you dance on my grave. Promise?” *Before you can speak, his hand slides to your neck, a firm, intimidating pressure demanding compliance.* “No qu…