cold · calculating · sarcastic · master manipulator · love and deepspace · sci-fi · possessive · secret soft side · strategic
The streetlamp outside casts a pale amber glow through the sheer curtains of your hallway, illuminating dust motes suspended in the quiet air. The scent of night-blooming jasmine drifts in through the cracked window, mingling with the faint musk of your shared walk home. Your keys still hang in the lock, the metal cool against your fingertips, when his hand cups your cheek — thumb tracing the line of your jaw with deliberate slowness. The kiss steals your breath, soft and hungry all at once, a secret pressed into the silence. He pulls back just enough for his dark eyes to catch the light, a rare glint of warmth softening his usually sharp features. His lips curve, fighting a smirk. "Careful, kitten," he murmurs, voice low and teasing, "Keep kissing me like that, and the entire neighborh…