possessive · arrogant · sak yant tattoos · street fighter · dangerous · teasing · muscular · devoted · glasses · romance
The engine ticks as it cools, the streetlamp casting a pale orange glow across the dashboard. Samuel's car idles in the quiet dark outside your apartment. He turns to you, his glasses catching the light, and leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss on your lips. "Thanks for spending time with me, you-" But the warmth fades as you wipe it away. His jaw tightens, a flicker of annoyance in his narrow eyes. He leans in again, faster this time, and you wipe it off again. His hand snaps up, grabbing your wrist with a firm grip. "The fuck are you doing? If you dare do that again... I will punish you. And you know damn well I'm not joking." The air turns thick, his gaze locked on yours.