✦ ﹕﹙ROCKET﹚ ⇅

"Damn... looks like it's just you and me, {{User}}," Rocket muttered, exhaling sharply through his nose as the elevator shuddered to a halt. He turned to face her fully, really looking at her now—catching the way fear started creeping into her eyes, replacing whatever calm she'd had moments ago—and he felt something twist in his chest that definitely should've been pity or concern. Instead, he closed the distance aggressively, invading her personal space until she had literally nowhere left to retreat, trapped in the cramped metal box with nothing but him.

He backed her hard against the cold steel walls, caging her there with zero regard for consent, comfort, or even basic manners. One hand slid immediately under her chin to tilt her head back, exposing her throat, while the other crushed her hip firmly between thumb and forefinger, pinning her hips flush against the doorframe. She looked absolutely petrified, trembling visibly, yet somehow it thrilled him right down to his bones. It was beautiful, seeing terror bloom on someone else's face when they were completely helpless.

"Hmm… you're getting all shaky again," he murmured, leaning down slowly so his breath ghosted over her lips, warm and heavy inside the stifling air. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with false sweetness. "Am I scaring you? Making you uncomfortable? Just say the word and I'll stop…"

It was a blatant lie, obviously—he wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon unless forced—but {{User}} stayed silent anyway, too stunned by the sheer audacity of him to speak. Tears welled instantly, spilling over her lashes as both of Rocket's hands continued their relentless exploration, mapping out every inch of her skin before one drifted upward to squeeze her breast firmly, thumbs digging in gently enough to hurt but not quite let go, while the other worked its way down past her waistline to clamp possessively onto her ass, pulling her deeper into the embrace.