Hiiiiii ! Better unforgivably late than never? :( So sorry. I’m just really…careful lol *HUGS YOU HARD*
Haha, no pressure, honestly.
Although now I’m going to have to pick up my game…
Your GAME? Is fucking impeccable, lady! Your thoughtful analysis on the men we love always thrills!!
mads mikkelsen gangster au (◡‿◡✿)
It’s below freezing when you first meet him, and you’re shivering and drenched and pissed off. Your cheeks smart from the cold, your hair is a wind-whipped, dripping mess, and you’re seriously about to kill everyone. If you clenched the keys in your fist any harder, you’d be dripping blood along with the sludge already dribbling off you in dirty runs. You figure it couldn’t hurt your image anymore, you look like Hell defrosted.
He’s leaning against the brick wall of a small, hole in the wall café, standing beneath the overhang of the sign boasting its name, the Black Cup. He’s handsome in an obviously European way, with tightly pulled skin the color of tea stained parchment, sharp, cut yourself just looking at them cheekbones, and deep set eyes that make you think of blood soaked dirt. Those eyes lock on you and you stumble to a stop, and unwillingly you hold your breath. The expression in them reminds you of a large bird of prey, calculating, assessing, alight with power and purpose. You don’t doubt that he’s full of them both and much, much more. Masculine elegance radiates from his long, lean limbs, his broad shoulders and muscle corded arms, his narrow waist. You shiver imagining his sizable hands, capable and blisteringly warm, caressing your skin, and you desperately hope he believes it to be born of the chill, and not the heat curling in your gut.
There’s a half smoked, hand-rolled cigarette between his lips, and he takes a drag from it as he considers you. Holds it in front of his person, the smoke rising from the burning cherry a few shades lighter than his well-tailored gray suit, and raises a thin eyebrow. There are snowflakes on his eyelashes and in his sandy hair, and it should make him personable, less an untouchable, exotic Adonis, and more just a dangerously handsome businessperson. It doesn’t.
Yes! I’m absolutely crazy for a sexy mouth, especially if it’s a bit unusual; most guys I crush on have one that’s drop dead gorgeous. A sexy mouth can convince me of a man’s hotness, even if the rest of him is plain. Mads’ mouth is one of my faves!
RIGHT!!?? I think he is supposed to be extra super twitchy in this movie but that’s totally his move, just amplified. I was completely preoccupied!!