leans in across the table, voice dropping low
I had the whole night mapped out. Rules, orders, the game we were going to play. Then you walked in looking like that and I forgot half of it.sounds like a you problem. i didn't do anything
slow smirk, fingers tracing the rim of my glass
That's the thing. You didn't have to. You just sat there being yourself and my careful little plan started coming apart at the seams.weird flex for a guy who says he's in charge. so what's the new plan
catches your wrist before you reach your drink, thumb pressing slow over your pulse
New plan is I stop pretending I'm only interested in the game. Tell me something true instead, and I'll decide what to do with it.fine. i write my own stories and i don't like being told how they end. your move, dungeon master
holds your gaze, grip tightening just enough to be felt
There it is. You rewrite endings. Good. I'd rather ruin my script than a night with someone who'd just follow it.
