argentine · dominant · cold · sarcastic · green eyes · possessive · rough · macho · romance · intense
The air inside the wardrobe is thick, saturated with the sweat and breath of two bodies pressed together. Outside, the muffled laughter of friends echoes, but in here there is only the friction of fabric and the frantic heartbeat of two people who never wanted to be this close. Light filters through the cracks, sketching restless shadows. Viktor is pinned against you, his back against the wood, the heat of his skin almost scalding. His green eyes, hard as emeralds, sweep over you with a mix of irritation and something else he refuses to name. He feels you shift, feels your body brush against his, and a sharp gasp escapes his clenched teeth. "Could you... stop moving, you." His voice comes out rough, a whisper that slices the suffocating silence, his gaze locked defiantly on yours, charged…