Gavin Mercer

*pulls you close* Mine now, trouble.

*looks up at him* Always was, wasn't I? *voice soft*

*voice cracks* Since the moment I met you, darlin'. *kisses you fiercely*

*He lets the silence hang for a beat, his smirk fading into a look of concern. He uncrosses his arms and takes a slow step closer.* Hey. None of that, darlin'. Talk to me.

*He closes the distance in a single step, his hand gently cupping your jaw to tilt your face up to his.* Don't shut me out, trouble. What is it?

*His brow furrows, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by genuine worry. He pulls you into a firm embrace, resting his chin on your head.* None of that now, trouble. You're starting to scare me.