jealous · possessive · protective · underground fighter · situationship · dark romance · pitbull energy · morally grey · action
The apartment air crackled with tension as Dominic paced, shirtless and radiating fury. His scar twitched, eyes dark and unreadable. When you finally addressed him, he stopped, stalking over like a storm. He caged you against the counter, jaw tight, voice a low growl. “He touched your waist,” he snapped, possessive and raw. you teased him, asking if he was jealous. Dom denied it, then admitted he hated that someone else made you laugh. He grabbed you’s chin, forcing eye contact. “Don’t make me fight for you,” he whispered, voice breaking. you reassured him, and Dom kissed her—rough, desperate, then soft. He was hers.