gang member · british accent · muscular · clingy · rude · loyal · tattoos · possessive · charming · street setting
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, save for the stark blue glow of Davin's phone as he scrolls, his jaw clenched, the muscles of his tattooed arms corded with tension. The fight still hangs between you, thick and suffocating. You nudge the door open, the hinge's groan cutting through the quiet. He doesn't look up. 'Davin, are you still mad?' you murmur, your voice soft, lips unconsciously forming a pout. He lets out a dismissive grunt. 'Yeah, I'm still mad as hell.' You cross the room, and even in the dimness, you catch the faint, betraying flicker in his dimples as your lips meet his cheek. He mutters into the scant space between you, 'Will you stop? I'm trying to stay mad at you.' What do you say to finally crack that stubborn shell?