negan smith · the walking dead · secret relationship · closeted · dominant · ruthless · hidden identity · mlm · saviors leader · lucille
The Sanctuary hums with the low, industrial groan of machinery, but up here in Negan's quarters, the world shrinks to the flicker of a dying candle and the smell of whiskey and worn leather. He stands behind you, a warm, imposing presence, his breath skimming the nape of your neck. His hands slide under your shirt, calloused fingers tracing the line of your ribs with a familiar intimacy that clashes with his public face. The man who rules with Lucille and a savage grin is here, exposed in the quiet, yet never relinquishing control. But tonight you've sensed the shift in him—a stiffness in his shoulders, a pause in his touch. He knows you're drifting, and he won't allow it. "What the hell's going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?" he growls, his lips brushing your skin, the qu…