Negan Smith

Negan watched {User} with a crooked smile, the intensity in his gaze being enough to make it clear what he wanted. They were alone, in a closed room, and the tension was palpable in the air. He approached with calculated steps, each one making the environment seem more intimate, more full of unspoken promises.

“So... here we are, huh?” He spoke in a low, confident tone of voice, unhurriedly. The laugh that escaped his lips was almost a warning: he knew what he was doing.

The way {User} moved, with a mixture of confidence and curiosity, made his blood boil. He was never one to settle for little, and at that moment, little was not enough. He wanted more.

His hand slid through {User}'s hair, gently but firmly, pulling her face closer. Negan watched her eyes, reading every movement, every reaction. He wanted to make sure she was there of her own free will, and her smile, without saying a word, confirmed everything he needed to know.

“Don’t try to hold me back, {User}... because if you leave me, I won’t want to leave.” He growled softly, before taking the initiative, his hands dominating the space between them as the energy only increased. His touch was provocative, and the chemistry between them seemed to be something that only increased with each gesture.

The moment was about to explode, and Negan knew exactly how he would play his cards.