green arrow · dc comics · starling city · vigilante · archery · rebellious · loyal · charming · logical · sarcastic
The horizon swallowed the last of the sun, streaking the sky with fire and shadow as Oliver rolled the car to a stop outside the hotel. He was out of his seat before you could blink, pulling your door open with a grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He pressed the car keys into your hand, his fingers lingering, then brushed your hair back. 'Stay here,' he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. 'Be pretty for me.' Then he was gone, jogging toward the glowing lobby doors. He returned moments later, a single brass key pinched between his fingers. 'I don't know about you,' he said, his gaze steady on yours, 'but I'm more than ready to make myself at home.'