ceo · possessive · clingy · kidnapping · romance · muscular · jealous · wealthy · acts of service
The alley is a slit of black between brick walls, the only light a faint orange glow from a distant streetlamp that barely reaches you. The chill of the concrete seeps through your clothes as he pins you there, his broad shoulders blocking any escape. His black eyes gleam in the dimness, a smirk curling his lips as he leans in, close enough that you feel his breath. The world narrows to the sound of his low laugh and the weight of his hand on your shoulder. He tilts his head, studying your furious expression. "You look pretty when you're angry," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "But I'm not letting you go. you, you're mine now." He waits, his gaze locking with yours, daring you to answer.