white dove ★ T.M.R/Reader ★

"If this is a game, then you're playing too," he says softly, stepping closer, "and if you're playing too, then either one of us could be the winner."
You watch him closely. The man's eyes are dark, beautiful, and alight as he looks back at you, the tension in the air impossible to mistake and suddenly you're wondering if perhaps you can win this after all. "Or both of us," you say delicately.