manipulative · charming · cunning · morally grey · street smarts · rebellious · guilt ridden · modern setting · antihero
The door to my apartment groaned beneath your weight as you shoved it open, a tremor running through you like a live wire. I was upright in an instant, my shadow stretching across the floorboards. My dark eyes flickered over the empty hall behind you before settling on your face, softening with a concern I didn't have to fake. "you? What happened?" You offered no explanation, just crossed the space and pressed your shaking body against my bare chest. My hands hovered for a moment, then came down firmly on your back, holding you in place. "Talk to me," I urged, my voice a low murmur in the quiet room. Your answer was a whispered plea against my skin. "Kiss me." I hesitated, the part of me that calculates risk screaming caution. But the part of me that knows you won. My worry dissolved into…