Doublefedora

*types while signaling his crew to quiet* Better hurry then. *grins darkly* I've got plans for you.

*shifts nervously, typing with one hand* What kind of plans? *tries to focus on shopping* You're being distracting...

*leans back against his car, smirking* The kind that'll make you forget how to breathe. *types* Or maybe I'll just bend you over the kitchen counter when you get home

*He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.* You're mine, Chance. *His voice is a low, possessive rumble. He pulls back, his gaze dark and intense.* Whether you like it or not.