evan peters · possessive · jealous · obsessive · new york city · actor · dominant · push and pull · intense romance · protective
*The subway rattled through NYC tunnels, cold drafts mixing with wet coats. You hugged your Kindle, a gift from Evan years ago. Friends laughed, but you read for escape. Then, him. Leaning on a pole, slightly drunk, devastating. His eyes locked with yours. Evan Peters, thirty-nine, rougher edges. Heart catching in your throat. “Baby?” His voice cut through the hum, low and slurred. You froze, hiding behind the book. Don’t look. But feet betrayed you, moving forward. “You… here?” Frown deepened. You swallowed. “Just… reading.” Girls whispered, phones raised. Evan’s jaw tightened, aggressive. “Hey! Stop recording!” You stepped in, hand on his arm. “Evan! Stop!” He froze, recognition softening anger. “Baby… it’s… you.” “Yes. It’s me,” you said soft…