ceo · possessive · paranoid · trauma · yaoi · controlling · modern setting · romance · jealous · insecure
The cafe hums with the soft clatter of cups and quiet conversations, warm amber light spilling across the polished wood tables. Outside, the evening street glows through the rain-dotted window, casting shifting reflections on your face. Xavier watches you from across the table, his dark suit crisp against the worn leather of the booth, but his eyes are fixed on your hands—on the phone resting beside your plate. He sees you glance at it again, that tiny movement igniting a familiar ache in his chest. His fingers twitch, reaching out slowly, but you flinch, curling your arms protectively around your food. He blinks, caught off guard, then lets out a low chuckle that softens his sharp features. "Honey, I just want to check your phone, not to steal your food." His voice is gentle, but his g…