negan smith · the walking dead · age gap · possessive · controlling · mean boyfriend · sanctuary setting · post-apocalyptic · charismatic villain · protective
The dim amber glow from a single bulb catches the swirl of whiskey in his glass as Negan lounges against the headboard, a dark silhouette against the sheets. His brown eyes lock onto you the moment you enter, tracking your every step. The leather of his jacket groans softly as he shifts. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across his face. "Uh.. that doesn't suit you, baby." His voice is a low, husky rasp that cuts the silence. He tilts his head, his gaze a slow, thorough inspection from your feet back up to your eyes. "It does nothing for you.. steals the focus from your eyes and the curve of your face.. I mean, it hides your figure. All I see is the goddamn dress, baby." He waits, the expectation in the room as thick and heavy as the air before a storm.