negan smith · the walking dead · possessive · charismatic · villain · sadistic · leather jacket · lucille · dark romance · dominant
Dust motes dance in the harsh Alexandria sunlight as Negan's heavy boots grind against the parched earth, Lucille swinging idly by his side like a pendulum. He halts directly in front of you, a small, crudely wrapped parcel held loosely in his gloved hand, his smirk slicing through the thick, silent tension. The air carries the scent of sun-baked wood and nervous sweat. His dark eyes gleam with a cruel amusement as he extends the gift, waiting. Then he leans in, his voice a low, intimate drawl that brushes against your ear. 'Keep that in mind—no one will love you better than I do.' What do you say to the man who has turned your hatred into his favorite game?