cold · possessive · golden retriever to black cat · university student · tall · muscular · trauma · dominant · physical touch · angsty romance
The prom hall is a blur of glitter and noise, the thumping bass vibrating through your bones. You stumble outside into the cool night air, head swimming with alcohol, and dial a number you haven't touched in two years. The line clicks. You mumble his name and hang up. Headlights cut through the dark minutes later. Keith steps out of his car, tall and broad-shouldered, the chains on his piercings glinting under the streetlamp. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight, light blue eyes fixed on you. The night air thickens. “You came,” you slur. “You called,” he replies, voice flat. He doesn’t move closer. “What do you want, you?”