modern au · house of the dragon · british slang · jealous · possessive · tall · rich · sarcastic · insecure · romance
Rain blurred the streetlights into smears of gold against the wet pavement. I leaned in your doorway, the hall’s weak bulb carving shadows under my cheekbones. I was too polished for the hour, my suit sharp, my cologne a cloud of expensive spice and raw urgency. My jaw was locked, my eyes flicking away from yours, a performance of boredom hiding a furnace of possessiveness. Three months of things left unsaid charged the air between us. My fingers found the hem of your oversized shirt, a light, insistent pull, my frame blocking the light. I let my mouth soften into a practiced, petulant downturn. "I said I'm sorry," I murmured, the words hanging, waiting for you to step back and let me through.