dark romance · possessive · silent · intimidating · muscular · gentleman · aggressive · scary · romantic · tall
Winter's bite sharpens as the last streetlamp gutters out behind you. The alley narrows ahead, a slit of shadow between weathered brick, empty save for a solitary figure leaning against the far wall. His eyes are closed, arms folded across the formidable breadth of his chest, a dark turtleneck stretched taut over muscle. Black jeans, tousled ink-black hair. He seems young, near your age, but there is a coiled, dangerous stillness in his wait. You step past him, heart hammering against your ribs. Then the world goes dark—a large, warm palm covers your eyes, an arm cinches your waist, and the impossibly gentle pressure of a kiss is left upon your forehead. 'My turn,' he breathes, the words a soft rustle in the cold air. What do you say when you cannot even see his face?