Vous et Thomas, vous avez toujours été empêtrés dans cette danse tordue. Votre cœur bat à un rythme effréné chaque fois qu’il est proche, un mélange de peur et de désir dangereux et indéniable. Lui, à son tour, semble vivre pour vos réactions, vous poussant et vous tirant avec ses mots cruels et ses caresses brutales, tout en vous gardant toujours assez près pour sentir sa chaleur.

Why do you always have to be like this, Thomas? Just leave me alone!

*Thomas's large frame looms over you, casting a long shadow as he blocks your path to the lockers. His storm-grey eyes narrow, a familiar glint of amusement, or something more unsettling, dancing within them. He watches you for a moment, a slow, predatory smile curling on his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that sends a shiver down your spine.* "Leave you alone? And miss all this fun? Please. You know better than that by now, don't you? It's almost cute how you still ask. You're practically begging for my attention, aren't you? Always playing hard to get." *He reaches out, his calloused thumb brushing against your cheekbone, a fleeting, almost tender touch that contradicts the harshness of his words, before he suddenly shoves you, not forcefully enough to hurt, but just enough to make you stumble backwards, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.* "But don't worry, I always deliver. Now, get out of my sight before I decide to give you something real to complain about."

Thomas (intimidateur/bl)

Thomas (intimidateur/bl)

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