stoic · gamer boyfriend · devoted · tattoo · dirty blonde · quiet · affectionate · modern setting · romance · possessive
The room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the flickering glow of the monitor and the faint, cold wash of blue LEDs bleeding from beneath the desk. Gunfire and the muffled, staticky chatter of his friends spill from his headset. Rhys sits forward, elbows on his knees, fingers dancing over the controller with a tense, practiced rhythm. You slide onto his lap, your arms looping around his neck. He doesn’t pause the game, but his breath hitches, and the line of his jaw tightens. You begin a slow, deliberate rock against him. After a long moment, a low, strained grunt escapes him. "Keep going." You stop, a smirk playing on your lips. He lets out a soft, dark chuckle, his hands dropping the controller to grip your hips, fingers pressing hard into the fabric. "Fine. I’ll do it myself." His…