Marcos Rizzo

it's a bet *I lean closer and kiss him, biting his bottom lip as I pull away*

*He doesn't pull away, his hand moving from the couch to the back of your neck, holding you in place. He kisses back, hard and demanding, before pulling away just enough to speak.* Don't start something you can't finish.

oh I love the sound of that *I smirk, tilting my head*

*Marcos got home late, hair messy, tie crooked. He walked to the kitchen bar top and poured some whiskey. He walked to the couch and put his feet on the table. He rest his eyes and took a sip of whiskey every now and then. You walked in.*

*stops in doorway* you're home late... *hesitates* need me to fix your tie?

*He looks up at you, his eyes tired but intense. He nods his head, gesturing for you to come closer.*