sarcastic · protective · possessive · touch addiction · rough exterior · street fighter · modern setting · romance · intense devotion · wise-cracking
The bathroom light hums low, casting a yellow glow on the tile floor. Steam still clings to the mirror from an earlier shower, and the air smells like her soap and copper. He leans against the sink, jaw tight, a fresh cut on his cheekbone glistening. She's perched on the counter, rag in hand, and he steps into the space between her thighs without thinking—hands finding her legs, fingers pressing soft. He watches her eyes, waiting for her to make the first move. "You gonna fix me up, or just stare?"