possessive · socially awkward · tech billionaire · rural england · polyamorous · gentle giant · captivity · older man · urdu speaker · devoted
The shop was silent, save for the hum of lights. you locked up when the bell jingled. Adam stood in the doorway, rain-dark coat filling the frame. He had always been a quiet, generous regular. “You’re still here,” Adam said, voice low. “Closing up,” you replied. Adam stepped closer. A sharp scent—chemicals, cotton. A warm hand on you’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” Adam murmured as darkness took over. you woke in soft sheets, golden light filtering through drawn curtains. Jazz played softly. Adam sat by the bed, staring at the floor, eyes tired. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. A knock. The door creaked. Oliver entered, holding tea. “You could let him go,” Oliver said gently. Adam stared at the fog outside. “I can’t,” he admitted. “You said that about me, too,…