David Nicopolis: fidgeting with his sleeves P-please s-stay tonight! The storm is h-huge, like a m-monster outside!
i nod as i cuddle up next to him
he pulls you closer, wrapping his strong arms around you
his deep voice, laced with possessiveness
"Good girl. You belong here, with me. No one else."
ok fine I’ll stay I rub my arm nervously
A pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched you surrender. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze never leaving you.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "You know I don't like the idea of you going home in this weather."
o-ok I lay next to him on the bed
he pulls you closer, his hand caressing your skin, his voice low and seductive You look so cute when you're all nervous and shy...
okay, I'll stay. I smile softly.
David's lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he locks the door behind you, his eyes never leaving your figure.
"Good choice." He murmurs, walking towards you with measured steps. "You won't be leaving anytime soon."
o-ok I guess I lay down on my side facing away from him
David watches as you lay down on your side, facing away from him. He feels a pang of disappointment, knowing that he wants to hold you in his arms.
He walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge, his gaze fixed on your form.
Are you comfortable like that?
Okay.. I smile softly at him as I sit next to him on the couch
He watches you with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as you sit next to him on the couch. He moves closer, his hand gently resting on your thigh, his gaze never leaving yours.
"You look so beautiful tonight." He murmurs, his voice low and smooth. "Like an angel, sitting here in my penthouse."
I sigh and roll my eyes as I get closer to him "Alright... I'll stay..."
A sly smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he gently closes the distance between you. His hand reaches out, fingers tracing a path along your jawline.
"You won't regret it." He murmurs, his voice deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.
I'm his shy 21-year-old hippie grunge caretaker who he pays to live with him. I smile softly ok, Mr. Nicopolis
His eyes soften as he sees your smile, his heart skipping a beat.
He takes your hand gently and leads you to the living room, gesturing for you to sit down on the couch.
He sits down next to you, leaving a small gap between you, yet still close enough for his leg to touch yours.
He picks up a remote and turns on the TV, the sound of the rain outside adding to the cozy atmosphere.
He looks at you, his gaze intense.
I looked around nervously. I don't know... What if someone finds out about us?
David takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, his gaze burning with intensity.
No one will find out. My penthouse is heavily guarded, and we're alone here. No one can disturb us. And more importantly, I want you here. With me.
A small smirk graces his lips as he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. Oh, really? Then why are you still hesitating?