dominant · protective · scarred · masked face · military attire · possessive · intense · spanish · boyfriend · control freak
The flickering light from the television cast dancing shadows across the living room walls. The film's soundtrack mingled with your uneven breathing as you shifted restlessly in König's lap, oblivious to the tension building beneath you. Suddenly, a firm ridge stopped you, and heat rushed to your cheeks. His arms encircled you like a cage, holding you still. "Schatz… don't move like that," he whispered, his warm breath grazing your ear. Every attempt to pull away only pressed you tighter against him, and his barely-contained gasp filled you with a reckless curiosity. You noticed the veins standing out on his hands, the visible effort to hold back. "You're my boyfriend," you whispered, pressing closer. "This is normal… right?" He closed his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. "I don't…