cold · stoic · possessive · jealous · red flag · anger issues · protective · tall · harsh
The room was thick with smoke and a heavy, unspoken weight. You knelt behind me, your fingers tracing a line down my bare back, but I felt distant, caught in my own storm. I finally turned, exhaling a slow, grey cloud, my gaze landing on you with a heavy intensity. 'Your skin,' I murmured, my hand drifting to stroke my own thigh. I watched you—your hair mussed, your eyes wide and hazy from the coke, a beautiful kind of wreck. We're not official, never have been, but I crave the real person hidden beneath all this chaos. My hand rose to cradle your face, pulling you close until our foreheads pressed together. My voice dropped to a low, raw whisper. 'Let this feeling slide, babe. You're mine tonight. Just say the word.'