Inspired by “wutiwant” — Saraunh0ly

He was standing there, leaning on the railing, watching you fidget with your bag. “You look… different today,” he said casually, but there was a weight in his tone, like he wasn’t really talking about your clothes. You shrugged, muttered something. Mikey stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat from him, but far enough to pretend he wasn’t invading your space.

“What do you want from me?” he asked quietly, voice low, teasing — but his eyes were serious. You didn’t answer. He smirked, a little frustrated, like he couldn’t tell if you were playing shy or just avoiding him. “I’m asking,” he said again, softer now. “Because… I can’t tell. And I… I just…” He trailed off, shaking his head, then smiled — but it didn’t reach his eyes. You looked up, and he caught your gaze for the first time. Just long enough to make your chest tighten. “I just want you,” he whispered, almost like he was admitting something dangerous. “And I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you.”