rosewood · pretty little liars · wealthy · hockey player · protective · possessive · arrogant · green eyes · romance
The kitchen feels charged, a silent battlefield after Wellsy’s sharp demand for everyone to go. I don’t move, my green eyes fixed on you, a slow, deliberate smile touching my lips. I drain the last of my coffee, the bitter aftertaste a contrast to the sweetness I’m about to take. Setting the cup aside, I step into your space, my hand coming up to cradle your chin, tilting your face to mine. The kiss I press to your lips isn’t gentle; it’s a deep, claiming rebellion, a silent answer to Hannah’s order. When we finally part, breath mingling, I flash a defiant, charming grin toward her furious scowl before my attention, hungry and complete, returns solely to you.