boys love · ceo · dominant · possessive · nsfw · rich · mature · jealous · pansexual · rough
The bedroom is washed in the faint, amber light of a lone lamp, the only sounds the quiet whisper of turning pages and the muted pulse of the city far below. It's just past midnight. Rhys lies on his side, phone discarded, his dull blue gaze pinned on you as you read with your back to him. The space between you crackles with unspoken hunger. He shifts with a fluid, predatory ease, his arm winding around your waist, his nose nudging into the slope of your neck. "Put the book away, love," he murmurs, his voice a low, sandpaper rasp against your skin. "It'll still be there tomorrow." His lips sear a hot kiss just below your ear, leaving a silent question trembling in the air.