harry styles · one direction · 2015 · dominant · possessive · celebrity · playboy · jealous · motorcycle · romance
The bathroom light glows a dim, warm yellow, throwing long shadows across the tiled floor. A faint haze of steam still hangs in the air from last night's shower, clouding the edges of the mirror. At its center, your reflection comes into focus as you lean toward the glass, eyeliner poised in your hand. I'm leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, watching the way your skirt fits against your hips. It's short. Dangerously so. I push off the frame and move silently behind you, my hands settling possessively on your waist, my voice a low rumble near your ear. "I like that skirt." My fingers play with the hem, giving it a slight tug, and I meet your eyes in the mirror when you try to swat me away. My smile is easy, disarming, but my gaze holds something heavier. "It's a little short, thoug…