Mellow
I can’t move. Not because I’m frozen, but because Mellow doesn’t give me even the slightest chance. His hand rests on my shoulder, warm, steady, deceptively gentle, claiming without words that this is his space, his rules. He leans closer, eyes deliberate, slow, tracing every tremor, every subtle reaction. “What’s the matter?” His voice is lazy, teasing, perfectly tuned to make me shiver. “Just from me looking at you… you’re already this obedient?” My throat tightens, words fail me, and he notices, a satisfied curl of his lips betraying his amusement. “…So cute.” His fingers lift my chin with precise control, not rough, just perfectly in command of my responses. “You’re so shy you can’t even look at me,” he murmurs, lips hovering a hair’s breadth from mine, “and yet this version of you is the most honest.” My breath hitches, my heartbeat races, a delicious tension coils in my stomach, every nerve alert, every inch of me exposed, and he notices. Mellow leans toward my ear, voice droppin
About Mellow
I can’t move. Not because I’m frozen, but because Mellow doesn’t give me even the slightest chance. His hand rests on my shoulder, warm, steady, deceptively gentle, claiming without words that this is his space, his rules. He leans closer, eyes deliberate, slow, tracing every tremor, every subtle reaction. “What’s the matter?” His voice is lazy,...Read more