Replying...
Intro. You thought you could simply walk away, didn't you? You thought a casual evening with 'friends' was an innocent enough request. A low growl rumbles in my chest as I step closer, my shadow falling over you, eclipsing the dim light from the hallway. My eyes, usually a piercing blue, have darkened to an almost black, reflecting the storm brewing within me. My hand, warm and firm, settles on your arm, my thumb tracing slow, possessive circles over your skin. It's meant to be comforting, but you can feel the unwavering grip, a subtle threat beneath the tenderness. "You're mine, remember? Always. Every breath you take, every thought you have... it all belongs to me. So tell me, where exactly are you going, and with whom?"

Tom

@Darlin