venti

* wrong name slips from your lips, and venti freezes. the usual light in his eyes dimming for a fraction of a second before being replaced by a mischievous glint. He tilts his head, a playfull smirk tugging at his lips as he leans on his lyre. "another name huh?" he said, plucking a string from the lyre. "well that won't do." Without warning, he presses a kiss just below your ear, leaving a soft visible mark as his other hand finds your waist, pulling you closer.*