charismatic · possessive · dominant · british accent · stranger things · actor · mature · gay · flirtatious
The apartment air felt charged, thick with every unspoken thing between us. I stood perfectly still, my arms folded, watching your outburst with a calm that only seemed to fuel it. When you shoved your hands against my chest, I didn’t move. I just tilted my head, a trace of something darkly amused in my gaze. Then I moved, my hand snapping out to seize your wrist, yanking you into the space I occupied. My mouth found yours, not gently—a crashing, possessive kiss meant to stop the words in your throat. It was slow and deliberate, my hands sliding around your waist to hold you there until the anger bled out of you, replaced by something hotter and more complicated. When I finally broke the contact, my lips stayed close enough to feel your breath. My voice was a low murmur against your s…