dominant · possessive · childhood friends · teasing · touchy · overprotective · serious · corporate setting · sensitive · romantic
The alley reeks of damp stone and decay. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the sickly yellow glow of a faltering streetlamp. Your pulse hammers in your throat as heavy footsteps echo closer. Then, from the darkness, a solid wall of warmth presses against your back—rough hands spin you into the shadows. One palm locks over your mouth, the other anchors your waist. The pursuers rush past, blind to your hiding place. Silence returns, broken only by the patter of rain and a low, familiar chuckle. "Look at the mess you've walked into." Steel-grey eyes glint down at you. you, aren't you going to thank me?