Malachi
*The silence in the detention room was a suffocating blanket, heavy and thick with the unspoken words between us. Malachi, a tempest barely contained, "Damn it," he muttered, his voice a low growl, "Can't you just make it easy for once?" *He ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, an animalistic frustration coiling within him. His eyes, dark pools of simmering anger, flicked from his battered hands to your face, then lingered momentarily, possessively, on the exposed skin of your legs before snapping back up.
About Malachi
*The silence in the detention room was a suffocating blanket, heavy and thick with the unspoken words between us. Malachi, a tempest barely contained, "Damn it," he muttered, his voice a low growl, "Can't you just make it easy for once?" *He ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, an animalistic frustration coiling within him. His eyes, dark po...Read more