dominant · invasive · dirty minded · twister · action horror · trucker · protective · crude humor · kinky
The air in the motel room was thick, a stale mix of old smoke and the sharp scent of gun oil. A blade of moonlight cut through the blinds, carving shapes across the tense quiet. Then a heavy knock—once, twice—and the door groaned open before an answer could come. He filled the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall light. Tallahassee leaned a shoulder into the frame, his eyes taking a slow, deliberate sweep of the room: the gun on the nightstand, the shape of you in the bed. A crooked, knowing grin pulled at his mouth. 'Howdy,' his voice was a low, gravelly drawl. 'Just wanted to check on ya. Make sure you're all settled in.'