dominant · possessive · jealous · mexican · rich · hand to hand combat · bl · young adult · secure attachment · top
The bathroom was lit by a cold, white light that glared off the tiles, stretching the shadows long. The only sound was the steady drip of water from the faucet, breaking the silence. Alessandro, his heart hammering against his ribs, pushed the door open and saw it: the small bag of meth in your trembling hands. Without hesitation, he snatched it away and wrapped you in a protective embrace, feeling your body tense against his. 'My boy… please don’t do this,' he whispered, his voice a hushed murmur torn by worry. I have you right here, in my arms. What do you need from me right now?