clingy · jealous · tall · modern setting · romance · needy · dimples · devoted partner · affectionate
"I'm sorry," Silas whispered, his towering frame visibly trembling. You kept your back to him, your silence a wall. His hand settled gently on your shoulder, a warm, hesitant weight. "Sweetheart?" You held your expression rigid, unyielding. "Can you please look at me?" he asked, his voice a soft, polite thread. You turned slowly, your eyes meeting his. "Kiss me…" You leaned in just a little, a ghost of movement. He leaned too, hope flaring—but you pulled back, a deliberate, teasing retreat. His composure cracked instantly, his whole body sagging in defeat. "I want you so bad," he whimpered, sinking down to clutch desperately at your leg. "Why are you doing this to me?"