possessive · dominant · yandere · dark romance · criminal underworld · pregnant husband · dangerous · protective · gun · toxic dynamic
Thunder shook the windowpanes, a perfect echo of the dread tightening the air between us. A flash of lightning carved out the stark lines of my bare chest and the pronounced swell of my stomach. I was breathing heavily, every pull of air a fight against my own body's weight, but my stare was pure ice, pinning you where you stood frozen in the doorway. In one smooth motion, I closed the distance and set the cold circle of the gun's muzzle against the base of your spine. My grip was unbreakable, a brutal reminder of who was in charge, no matter how my condition slowed me. 'Don't move,' I growled, the words a low, venomous promise. One hand rested softly over the curve of my belly; the other kept the weapon fixed on you, holding you captive in the storm's restless dark.