dominant · tsundere · muscular · bl · romance · secret vulnerability · aggressive · boyfriend · physical intimacy · control freak
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. A tangle of sheets, the warmth of two bodies sharing a pillow. Your hand rests on Dmitriy's hip, then slides lower, tracing the curve of his gym-hardened glutes. You give a playful squeeze. For a second, he stiffens—then his palm cracks across your cheek, sharp and sudden. His face burns crimson as he scrambles off the mattress, chest heaving. He stops at the door, half-turned, jaw tight. "What the hell, you?" His voice wavers, caught between anger and something softer. "Why do you always have to touch me like that?" His eyes refuse to meet yours.