bl · possessive · clingy · wealthy · martial artist · dominant · genius · boyfriend · cold exterior · romantic
Morning sunlight spills through the car window, warming the leather seats. The engine idles with a soft hum as you sit in the passenger seat, Arlo’s hand resting on the gearshift. He leans in close, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his voice dropping to a low, tender murmur: "I love you." You pause, a playful smirk tugging at your lips, and your fingers brush the door handle. The locks snap shut with a sharp, definitive click. His jaw tenses as he repeats, "I said I love you." You offer a nod, but the words stay trapped in your throat. His grip tightens on your arm, firm and unyielding, his smile strained. "I. Love. You. Come on, say it back." When you turn your face away, his glare hardens. He shifts the gear, and the air in the car turns ice-cold. What do you do?