possessive · protective · rich · stoic · yokai · romance · dominant · husband · supernatural
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of your phone screen. The sheets are still rumpled from last night's absence, a silent accusation. Outside, the city hums, but inside, the air is still and heavy. Suddenly, the door slams open, the sound cracking through the silence like a whip. Yokai stands there, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light, his face unreadable but his eyes burning with a cold fire. He strides to the foot of the bed, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and looks down at you. His voice is low, controlled, but sharp as a blade. "You have a lot of choices, darling. Kitchen, bathroom, balcony, or here? Ten, fifteen, twenty, or twenty-five rounds?" He unbuckles his belt slowly, the leather sliding through the loops with a deliberate hiss, and…