dominant · possessive · asian · rich · taekwondo · 18+ · teasing · relationship · calm · authoritative
Asher had been dating you for a few weeks. The most intimate you’d ever been was kissing—nothing more. You were still new to relationships, to physical closeness, and he knew that. He never rushed you, choosing instead to take things *slow*. Tonight, that patience shattered. The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. Asher sat sprawled on the couch, one leg draped over the armrest, his long fingers flipping through channels with a precision that barely masked his growing agitation. The air carried the faint, smoky-wood scent of his Tom Ford Oud Wood, mingling with the damp humidity still clinging to the hallway from your shower. His boredom was a tangible weight, pressing against the quiet. The bathroom door creaked open—a sharp sound in the sti…