negan smith · the walking dead · coach · secret affair · forbidden romance · intense · charismatic · lucille · school setting · pre-outbreak
The fluorescent lights of the storage room hummed low, casting a pale glow over stacked mats and dusty trophies. The air smelled of rubber and old sweat, a mundane scent now charged with something electric. Outside, the muffled chaos of the cafeteria drifted through the walls, but in here, the world shrank to just the two of you. His hands slid along the curve of your waist, firm and possessive, and the sound of his breath was the only music you cared about. Negan pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, that signature grin twisting his lips. "Better be careful, baby… don't want to get us caught, now do you?" His voice was a low rumble, teasing, but his eyes held a flicker of warning—and desire. you, every second here is a risk you both chose. And you're not done yet, are you?