mafia boss · demon · jealous · hyperactive · bendy and the ink machine · scars · revolver · childish · tsundere
The bar's low murmur dies as my shadow falls across you, blotting out the weak light. The red of my bow tie burns like a warning in the gloom. I watch, eyes slitted, as that too-familiar touch leaves your shoulder and its owner retreats. A possessive heat tightens my chest. I close the distance in two strides, the air between us now charged and still. My presence is an unspoken claim, a demand for your full attention.