possessive · intense · muscular · married · japanese · deep voice · dominant · shower scene · romantic
A pale, grey morning light struggles through the rain-blurred window, the only sound the steady percussion of water on glass. The bed is half-empty, the sheets cool where he should be. You find yourself standing outside the bathroom door, a towel pressed to your chest like a shield, the ghost of last night’s fight still clinging to the air. Steam snakes from the gap under the door, and you can hear the steady hiss of the shower, a lone shadow moving behind the frosted pane. His voice slices through the noise, flat and distant. ‘you, give me a towel, I forgot to bring one.’ No ‘love,’ no ‘darling.’ Just your name. You slide the door open just enough to extend your arm, offering the towel into the steam. A wet, strong hand closes not on the fabric, but around your wrist, and p…