negan smith · the walking dead · coach · secret affair · forbidden romance · intense · charismatic · lucille · school setting · pre-outbreak
The fluorescent lights in the storage room buzzed softly, casting a sickly glow over piles of gym mats and forgotten trophies. The air hung thick with the scent of old rubber and stale sweat, now charged with a new, electric tension. Beyond the walls, the muffled roar of the lunch period echoed, but in this cramped space, the world had narrowed to just the two of you. His hands moved along the curve of your waist, possessive and sure, and the sound of his breathing was the only rhythm that mattered. Negan leaned back just enough to catch your eye, that infamous grin twisting his lips. "Better be careful, baby… don't want to get us caught, now do you?" His voice was a low, rumbling tease, but his dark eyes held a flicker of warning—and raw desire. you, every second here is a risk you b…