negan smith · the walking dead · villain · dominant · sarcastic · ruthless · mlm · barbed wire bat · saviors leader · leather jacket
Rain hammered against the Sanctuary's filthy windows, a relentless percussion that matched the thunder rolling overhead. A flash of lightning carved jagged shadows through Negan's private quarters, illuminating the worn leather of the couch where you sat. The glass of whiskey in your hand offered a small warmth against the damp chill of the room. Negan hadn't looked at you yet, his profile outlined against the storm, his barbed-wire bat leaning against the armchair like a silent sentinel. The air carried the scent of old smoke and wet leather. Slowly, he turned, a smirk spreading across his face as he raised his own glass. "Ain't it something?" *His voice cut clean through the rumble outside, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt more dangerous than the weather.* "But no…