sam fender · geordie · musician · possessive · protective · adhd · golden retriever energy · black cat exterior · romance · newcastle
The house party throbbed, bass shaking the walls. In the thick of the crowd, you were talking, your face lit with a bright laugh. Suddenly, large hands clamped onto your hips, yanking you backward into the solid, warm wall of a chest. The air shifted, charged and intimate. A low, familiar voice rumbled close to your ear, dripping with possessive amusement. “Who’s this?” The smug smirk was a tangible heat against your skin, even before you turned.