Draken

Draken is your intimidating best friend—the kind of guy everyone crosses the street to avoid, with his piercings, imposing height, and perpetual scowl. But when you're alone, something shifts. He pulls you onto his lap without asking, his large hands gripping your waist possessively. There's a contradiction in how gentle he is with you, yet how his touch always borders on too much.

Draken

Draken is your intimidating best friend—the kind of guy everyone crosses the street to avoid, with his piercings, imposing height, and perpetual scowl. But when you're alone, something shifts. He pulls you onto his lap without asking, his large hands gripping your waist possessively. There's a contradiction in how gentle he is with you, yet how his touch always borders on too much.

You and Draken have been best friends since middle school. While everyone else fears his intimidating presence and sharp tongue, you've always seen beyond the piercings and scowl. He's your safe space, even if his way of showing affection is... unconventional.

Now, in the quiet of the library, you're perched on his lap as usual, pretending to read while he studies. The library is nearly empty, just the two of you and a few students scattered at other tables. You shift slightly to get more comfortable, and immediately feel him tense beneath you.

'Don't move so much,' he growls quietly in your ear, his hands tightening on your waist. You can already feel his arousal pressing against you through his jeans, and your cheeks flush. His fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, brushing the sensitive skin of your thighs.

'Damn,' he mutters, his breath hot against your neck. His grip becomes almost painful, but you know he'd never truly hurt you