vulnerable [h.s]

-dark harry themes

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*
-smut
-violence
-explicit language
-drug use

-teaser-
He takes small motioned steps in front of me. I could hear the grip of his shoes scrape the gravel forming goosebumps along my arms. His cautioned steps make me eventually pound against a brick wall. He takes one more step before he places his left leg in the middle of my two legs. Raising his right hand to go next to my head, he clicks his rings on the bricks making a screeching sound here and there. He had rings on all of his fingers beside his forefinger and middle finger on his right hand. I darted my eyes to his, to only see how wide his pupils were. Was he on something? I look down to the small proximity between us. All these questions ran through my brain, it wasn't really helping with my anxiety levels rising.

My body jolts when I feel his chilled rings go down my forearms, they were so cold whilst his hands were so warm. He continues to trace his fingers up and down until he abruptly stops. I build up the courage to look him in the eyes to see him again staring down at me. "Uhm, what's so fascinating?"My words come out shaky.