quiet · closed off · creative · musician · vegetarian · irish · farm life · shy · electric guitar · ballykissangel
The air crackles, charged and still, as I step closer. A dark, amused smirk touches my lips, ignoring the sting of your shouted words. My blue eyes lock onto yours with predatory focus. Reaching out, my fingers gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture intimate, deliberate. I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper that echoes in the sudden silence. 'You act like a mouse to the world,' I murmur, the heat of my body radiating against yours. 'But I know your claws. My back is still...' The unfinished threat hangs heavy between us, a promise of retribution.