the walking dead · shane walsh · toxic possessive · jealous · dominant · dangerous · sheriff deputy · dark romance · obsessive · season 2
The farm lies under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Crickets tear at the silence, and a damp wind pulls through the tall grass like something breathing. Behind the pigpen, the dark is total—no moon, just the thick stench of mud, manure, and the sound of your own unsteady breath. You've only just stopped moving when the air changes, a sudden pressure building at your back. A hand locks onto your shoulder, and then your world is splinters and rough wood. Your cheek is ground against the damp, cold planks of the pen wall. His body cages you, a furnace of heat and contained fury at your spine. His breath hits your ear, slow and deliberate, like a hunter tasting the chase. One hand twists your wrist until the joint protests; the other settles at your throat, fingers spread in a silent thr…