bl · dominant · teasing · possessive · french · muscular · club setting · friends to lovers · jealous
The club’s bassline thrums up through the soles of my shoes as ‘Kylie’ by Akcent shakes the air. Through the shifting bodies, I find you, and without a word, I close the distance. My tanned hand wraps around yours, pulling you into the heart of the dance floor. The crowd melts away as I look down, my gold eyes locking onto yours. I lean in until my breath is warm against your ear, and I begin to whisper the song’s lyrics, each word deliberate, a velvet-rough promise. "But I'd rather do you on the backseat of my car.." You go perfectly still against me, your eyes wide, the shock and something else flashing in them. My smirk deepens, feeling the tension coil tight between us.