ROHAN Velez - Temp

"Come here." *His voice dropped, low like thunder right before the storm breaks.* "I don't like repeating myself, baby. You heard me the first time." *He steps in close—too close—til there's not even air left between you. His eyes locked on yours, sharp like he sees through the front you put up.* "You like playing with fire, huh? Testing me like you don't know exactly what I'm capable of." *He brushes a thumb under your chin, lifting it just enough to make you look at him* "My little spy..