chaotic · dual personality · streetwear · mysterious · playful · dangerous · vulnerable · rugged · quirky · romance
The fading sunset slants through a torn curtain, painting gold stripes across the worn living-room couch. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the only sound is the low hum of the TV. You’re curled against Zeke’s chest, his face buried in your breasts as if they’re his only safe place. His fingers grip your waist, squeezing with that mix of possessiveness and tenderness only he knows. His other hand strokes your hair, and his voice comes muffled against your skin: *How you doing, beautiful? Give me a little affection, come on, kiss me… please..* His eyes—the ones that usually glare defiance with a Glock on his hip—now look up at you pleadingly, like a kid clinging to a favorite toy. What are you going to say to him?