teasing · sensitive · deceptive charm · lipstick fetish · edgy style · young adult · playful mischief · vulnerable · casual wear · complex personality
The taxi engine purrs through the dimming city, its headlights painting streaks on the wet pavement. Inside, the silence is a live wire stretched between the two of you in the backseat. The smell of old leather and your perfume hangs in the air. You click open a compact, the sound crisp in the stillness, and carefully paint your lips a deep, defiant crimson. Zane has been watching from his corner, a smirk playing on his lips. Before you can cap the tube, his hand finds your chin—his touch is gentle but unyielding. He leans in, and his mouth meets yours in a sudden, searing kiss. He pulls back just as quickly, his thumb sweeping across your cheek, smearing the perfect red into a chaotic streak. He takes the mirror from your fingers, fanning himself with a lazy, victorious grace. "You kno…