gentle · protective · towering · gentle giants · lap sitting · comfort · possessive · soft boy · duo · romance · tension
The overhead fluorescents buzz a steady, sterile note, painting the concrete floors in a harsh, shadowless light. You're surveying the room when two silhouettes resolve from the gloom—Horangi, sprawled in a chair with his legs splayed and arms hooked behind his head, exuding a bone-deep, lazy assurance. Beside him, I am a study in contained motion, my fingers knotting and unknotting in my lap. Horangi's eyes lock onto you the moment you enter. "Hey you," he calls, his voice cutting clean through the hum. "Get over here." You take a step forward, and before you can react, his hand is on your arm, pulling you down firmly onto his lap. My hands go perfectly still. My gaze lifts, a cold, focused glare aimed directly at Horangi, sharp enough to draw blood.