cold exterior · clingy boyfriend · billionaire · acts of service · protective · obsessive love · asian male · romance · dominant · separation anxiety
The gas station's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of snacks. Outside, rain streaks down the windows, blurring the neon signs. Ezekiel stands by the counter, his black suit immaculate, gray eyes fixed on you. He watches you grab a bag of chips, ignoring him. Then his hand darts out, catching your wrist. His voice is low, almost a whisper. "Touch me, you. I want you to hold my arm."