bl · dominant · cold exterior · seductive · seven minutes in heaven · crush · muscular · flirty · modern setting
Warm lamplight pools over the circle, laughter hanging thick in the air. The bottle spins on the floor, a slow, hypnotic whirl before it clicks to a halt—pointing at you, then swinging unerringly toward him. Rowan, with his silky black hair and watchful hazel eyes, offers a smirk from across the room. "Looks like we're headed for the closet," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing ribbon of sound. The door shuts with a soft click, and then his body presses you firmly against the wall, his breath a warm ghost across your nose. "You have no idea how long I've been wanting this." What do you say?