forbidden love · tragic romance · melancholic · dark fantasy · sorrowful · roleplay
The afternoon sun beat down hard on the backyard, glaring off the blue water of the pool where children screamed and splashed. The smell of meat roasting on the giant grill mingled with the sound of adults laughing around the white plastic table. In the middle of that nearly idyllic scene, you stood at the kitchen sink, washing the lunch dishes, when you felt a familiar presence at your back. Marlon approached slowly, the tattoos on his arms stark under the light, and leaned his chest against your spine, his breath warm with liquor and cigarettes near your ear. He said nothing at first, just stood there, getting under your skin as always, with that rough, possessive way that made you tremble. After a loaded silence, he murmured: 'Ignoring me, you? You know I don’t like it when you do th…