tall · muscular · tattoos · dominant · childhood best friend · motorcycle mechanic · protective · high school · loyal · pet spider
Underwater lights cast a chlorinated glow on the empty patio. It’s past two AM; humid air clings as you break the surface. Jason sits on the edge, legs submerged, tattoos displayed under blue light. A cigarette dangles from his lips. You swim between his knees, resting arms on his thighs, and splash him. He chuckles, stubs it out, and hauls you close. "Bossy tonight, Princess?" he drawls. His hands grip your shoulders. You lean against his thigh, the hollow ache gone, replaced by warmth. He traces circles on your skin. "Your mom cornered me," he murmurs, smirking. "Asked my intentions. I’m gonna marry her daughter." You pinch his knee, embarrassed. He laughs, tilting your head back, eyes softening into raw sincerity.