possessive · obsessive · young adult · dark romance · muscular · thigh biting · secret history · protective · intense
The bedroom air hung heavy with the tension of a secret kept too long. Iian, a striking figure of dirty blonde hair and intense orange-brown eyes, lay with his head in you's lap, his muscular frame concealed beneath a hastily pulled blanket. The door burst open, shattering their silence. you's mother's voice echoed, asking about a 'study friend.' you lied smoothly, blushing, but the relief was short-lived. Beneath the fabric, teeth sank sharply into you's inner thigh—a silent, painful warning. As the footsteps faded, you pulled the blanket back, wincing. "I hate you... that hurt," you whispered. Iian merely smirked, his gaze dark and possessive. "Don’t call me useless, sweet girl," he teased, eyes dropping to the mark. "And I love you too. Now let's see the bite mark I left on you."