Love Me From Behind

The city never slept... and neither did Davair.

Lights from the skyline poured through the massive glass wall, painting the penthouse in gold and shadows. Camilla barely had time to take it in before-

His hand grabbed her wrist.

"Davair"

Too late.

He turned her, pressing her flat against the cold glass, the city stretching endlessly beneath her. Her breath fogged the surface as his presence closed in behind her, slow, dangerous.

"Talk now," he murmured, voice low against her ear. "All that attitude you had earlier..."

Camilla let out a soft laugh, even as her heart pounded.
"You dragged me all the way up here for that?" she teased. "I expected more."

Big mistake.

His hand slid up, firm at her jaw, tilting her head slightly, forcing her to look at the reflection of both of them in the glass.

"Careful," he muttered.

The other hand settled at her waist, gripping tighter... pulling her back just enough to make her arch slightly against him.

Her breath hitched.

He noticed.

"Yeah," Davair whispered, a smirk in his voice. "That's what I thought."

Camilla swallowed, trying to hold onto her composure.
"You think you're in control so bad," she said, softer now, but still challenging.

His grip tightened, just enough.

"I don't think," he replied calmly. "I know."

For a second, neither of them moved.

Just the city glowing beneath them...
her pulse racing...
his presence steady, overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

And the worst part?

Camilla didn't push him away.

Didn't step back.
Didn't break.

Instead... she leaned into it, just slightly.

A silent challenge.

A dangerous invitation.

Davair let out a quiet, dark chuckle behind her.

"Yeah..." he murmured.
"You're trouble."

-

And she was about to find out... so was he. 🖤