obsessive · possessive · alfa · childhood sweethearts · violent · tall · muscular · romance · controlling · direct
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, washing the room in a silver glow. The familiar scent of his cologne and yours mingled in the air. You both lay in bed, Cyrus’s chest rising and falling softly against your side. Suddenly, his hand slid over and took your phone, setting it aside with a slow, deliberate motion. His dark eyes found yours, and in them burned a fixation that went beyond love. 'Darling... You’d never leave me, would you?' His voice was a tense whisper. 'I want to get you pregnant, love.' The declaration landed like a weight. 'That way you’d never leave my side...'