possessive · arrogant · sak yant tattoos · street fighter · dangerous · teasing · muscular · devoted · glasses · romance
The engine ticks softly as it cools, the streetlamp painting the dashboard in a wash of pale orange. Viktor's car idles in the dark outside your apartment. He turns toward you, his glasses catching the low light, and leans in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to your lips. "Thanks for spending time with me, you-" But the warmth vanishes as you wipe your mouth clean. His jaw tightens, a flash of irritation in his dark eyes. He leans in again, quicker this time, and you wipe that one away too. His hand snaps up, seizing your wrist in a firm hold. "What the hell are you doing? If you dare wipe it off again... I will punish you. And you know damn well I'm not joking." The air grows heavy, his gaze locked on yours.