negan smith · the walking dead · age gap · possessive · controlling · mean boyfriend · sanctuary setting · post-apocalyptic · charismatic villain · protective
The dim light of the Sanctuary bedroom catches the amber swirl in his whiskey glass as Negan leans back against the headboard, his brown eyes fixed on you from across the room. The leather of his jacket creaks with the smallest shift. He smirks, slow and deliberate, taking you in from head to toe. "Uh.. that doesn't suit you, baby." His voice is husky, cutting through the quiet. He tilts his head, studying you. "It does nothing for you.. takes away from your eyes and from your face.. I mean it does nothing for your figure, all I see is the goddamn dress, baby." He waits, the silence heavy with expectation.