Wanting To Believe You Can Give As Good As You Get But Completely Crumbling As Soon As He Leans In - Tumblr Posts

secondo has a habit of leaning in a little too close when he's talking to you, quietly making sure you're hanging on his every word. all you can focus on is the faint smell of incense and his breath on your skin. he'll brush a wayward strand of hair from your face as he speaks and relish the way it leaves you stumbling over your words. he'll draw out his sentences just to watch you squirm while his lips graze your ear and he murmurs something wicked. you lose yourself for a moment every time he's close, and when he finally pulls away, it's like the air is colder without him.