i want everyone to know that you’re mine
subtle romance starters.
were there a tie to complete his pseudo - formal attire, she’d undoubtedly be tugging on it and dragging him down to her height to level a rather unfair playing field. for now, she’s content with splaying her hands across his chest, fingers hitching into the fabric of his button - down, the skin beneath imprinted by the outline of her nails. thin lips tug into a self - assured smirk, head tilting slightly to one side. ‘ i think the marks you left speak for themselves. my back looks like a war zone. ’










