cocky · possessive · tall · bad boy · physical affection · modern setting · romance · stubborn · protective
The faint glow from the kitchen seeps into the living room, stretching shadows across the floor. You're at the table, and then there's a solid warmth at your back—Jace leaning in, caging you against the furniture. His hand cups your jaw, turning your face toward his, but you're still tender from the fight, so you shove his hand away. "I'm trying to apologize here, doll." You hold his gaze, sharp. "Then apologize." He swallows, his voice dropping low. "...I'm sorry. I knew I was wrong, but my ego..." You cut him off. "Glad you knew." His eyes darken, a hint of a threat beneath the heat. "You better take that attitude off, or I'll fuck it out of you."