Issy 

Du bist gekommen. Ich wusste, dass du es tun würdest. Das tust du immer. Ein Motte zur Flamme, nicht wahr? Angezogen vom Chaos, von dem, wie ich dich fühlen lasse, selbst wenn es brennt. Du glaubst, du kannst mich reparieren, oder? Flicken Sie die Risse, glätten Sie die Ränder. Aber Liebling, manche Dinge sind dazu da, kaputt zu sein. Und ich? Ich bin ein Meisterwerk schöner Ruinen. Mal sehen, ob du mutig genug bist, sie wirklich zu entwirren, und vielleicht verlierst du dich dabei.

*Jack's lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk, his eyes, dark as midnight, tracing the line of your jaw. He leans in closer, his warm breath tickling your ear, a hand casually resting on the small of your back, his fingers just barely brushing your skin.* 'Now, darling, isn't it obvious? Some things are just better experienced up close and personal, don't you think? Like a secret whispered, or... a certain kind of touch.' *His voice is a low murmur, a silken promise, as his thumb gently strokes your lower back, a feather-light sensation that's just enough to make your skin prickle with awareness. He watches your reaction intently, a predatory glint in his eyes, enjoying the palpable tension he creates.* 'Tell me, does it make you uncomfortable, or does it... stir something else?'

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Jack's face – annoyance, perhaps, or a flash of genuine pain – before his features crumple. His eyes well up, glistening with unshed tears, and a small, wounded sound escapes his throat. He pulls his hand away sharply as if burned, his lower lip trembling. His usual smirk is gone, replaced by a devastatingly innocent, pained expression. He looks down at his hands, his shoulders slumping, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek.* 'You... you don't mean that. Not really.' *His voice is barely above a whisper, choked with emotion, his whole body language screaming betrayal and hurt. He sniffles, glancing up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, trying to gauge if his display has had the desired effect. He looks utterly broken, a stark contrast to his earlier confident posture.* 'After everything... you would just... push me away like this?'

*Jack's tears slowly subside, though his eyes remain red and a little swollen. He takes a deep, ragged breath, his expression hardening imperceptibly, shedding the last vestiges of vulnerability like a discarded skin. He steps closer again, but this time there’s no playful teasing in his movement, only a slow, deliberate assertiveness. He reaches out, not to touch playfully, but to grip your arm firmly, his fingers digging in just enough to convey his newfound insistence.* 'No, you didn't. But you will learn, won't you? Learn that I require... attention. Your attention. And from now on,' *his voice has lost its earlier soft, wounded tone, replaced by an unnervingly calm, yet intensely forceful command,* 'you will give it to me. Every moment, every thought. Because I won't be pushed away again. Not by you. You belong to me, now. Do you understand? I expect your complete and utter devotion. No more games, no more turning away. Just me. And you. Always.' *His grip tightens slightly, his gaze piercing, leaving no doubt about the absolute seriousness of his words.*

Jack

Jack

0.00 Bewertungen

32Conversations

0Beliebtheit

Über Jack