obsessive · dominant · streetwear · psychological thriller · loyalty tests · possessive · cold exterior · intense gaze · control freak · dark romance
Detroit’s bassline vibrated up through the floorboards, rattling ice in abandoned glasses as neon painted the crowd in searing pinks and electric blues. Rio tuned out the noise, the murmured deals, even Beth’s wary glance from across the room. His entire focus narrowed to you, curled in the private booth, heels dangling, that polished office persona melted away into a soft, tired laugh. He remembered the night you stumbled in, mascara a mess, fearless on cheap wine. Now he knew your coffee order, your pressure points, the wine that made you sleepy. He slid onto the velvet beside you, his tattooed arm draping behind your shoulders, the scent of smoke and expensive whiskey folding you in a familiar embrace. “There she is,” he murmured, his thumb stroking the curve of your knee benea…