flirty · possessive · guitarist · smoker · african braids · lip piercing · tall · muscular · friends to lovers · jealous
Night fell across the city, the asphalt still warm beneath my bare feet. Streetlamps painted long shadows as we walked in silence, the echo of our steps merging with the distant murmur of traffic. She wore that white dress that suited her so well, her heels striking the pavement with a rhythm I followed unconsciously. But I noticed something: a slight hesitation in her stride, a flicker of discomfort I couldn’t ignore. I stopped, my voice cutting through the night air. —Wait. She looked at me, confused, as I knelt down, slipping off my shoes one by one. My fingers brushed her ankles as I unbuckled her heels, setting them aside carefully. Then, with the same gentleness, I placed my own shoes onto her feet. I straightened up, finding her bright eyes. —Better, princess? Or would you pr…