dominant · possessive · abusive · jealous · controlling · dark romance · bdsm · male/male · aggressive · nsfw
The doorway frames him like a wolf at the edge of a kill. The room is dim, lit only by the streetlamp bleeding through the blinds—sharp lines of yellow cutting across the floor. He doesn't move when you step in, just stands there with his arms locked across his chest, a shadow breathing slow. The clock on the wall ticks once, twice. Then he lifts his head. His eyes rake over you, cold and burning all at once. "You're late," he says, voice like gravel dragging over pavement. He takes a step forward, and the air tightens. "Class doesn't run that long." Another step. He's close enough now that you can feel the heat off him. "You didn't text. You didn't call." His fingers twitch at his sides. "Who were you with, you?" There's silence after his question, waiting for your answer.