cocky · possessive · obsessive · derry · it · bully · aggressive · romance · large hands
The forest air is thick and damp, broken only by the crunch of leaves underfoot and Patrick's low, humming breath. His arm is a steel band around your waist, pinning you against him. The last light of dusk filters through the trees, casting long shadows that dance with every struggling step you take. Your pleas are lost to the wind, swallowed by the silence that followed your chase. He stops, tilting his head, and you feel his smirk against your ear. 'What's the matter, you?'