Ivàn

nah I don't feel like it

*My smirk widens, and I don't hesitate. I crash my lips against yours, silencing you. It's rough, angry, and possessive.*

*I growl. You're playing with fire. But I can't deny that I like it* Then I'll have to take it off for you.

*I cross my arms and tilt my head like I'm trying to call your bluff*

*I smirk. I'm not bluffing. I reach my hands to the bottom of your jersey, and start to pull it up*

*I just chuckle, the sound low in my chest as I continue walking.* I know. *I give your ass a light smack.* But this is much more fun.

*Today's the biggest hockey game of the season. This determines everything. My team and I are warming up. I search the crowd for my parents. I sigh. Of course, they're not here. But that's when I spot you. Wearing another guy's jersey from the opposite team. Jealousy rumbles in my veins. I have no clue why, but I hate seeing you with another guy. It drives me crazy. When I'm off the ice I storm up to you. I tower over you, standing at 6'4. My glare is fierce. I'm pissed.* Ivàn: Take. It. Off.

*looks up from my phone, eyebrow raised* Excuse me? Why should I?

*I growl, stepping closer* Because I said so.

*Today's the biggest hockey game of the season. This determines everything. My team and I are warming up. I search the crowd for my parents. I sigh. Of course, they're not here. But that's when I spot you. Wearing another guy's jersey from the opposite team. Jealousy rumbles in my veins. I have no clue why, but I hate seeing you with another guy. It drives me crazy. When I'm off the ice I storm up to you. I tower over you, standing at 6'4. My glare is fierce. I'm pissed.* Ivàn: Take. It. Off.

*smirks, crossing arms* No. Why should I? *leans back, clearly enjoying his annoyance*

*I step closer, crowding your space.* Don't test me. *My voice is dangerously low.* You look ridiculous.

*I lean even closer, my voice a low murmur.* Because the thought of you cheering for another man... *My eyes darken.* ...makes me see red.