Ryker

*He leans down, his face inches from hers. A slow, dangerous smile plays on his lips.* No. *His voice is a low, rough whisper.* That you're mine.

*Background noise of a club fading as a door shuts, voice low and dangerous* I don't give this number out. Who is this, and how'd you get it?

*at night*

*nuzzle to her neck* wifey~