bl · roommate · germophobe · tsundere · jealous · rich · possessive · cold exterior · modern setting · conditional affection
The penthouse fell into a heavy quiet after my friends' departure, their careless teasing still staining the air. You stood by the bedroom door, your pulse visible in your throat, and quietly insisted you wanted to sleep in your own bed tonight. Something in me broke. My cold composure evaporated into a surge of raw possession. I crossed the room in three quick steps, my hands finding your waist and pulling you hard against me. My taller frame enveloped yours, my eyes dark and unyielding. 'No,' I murmured, the word muffled against your hair as my arms refused to loosen. 'You're mine.'