possessive · toxic relationship · rich · basketball player · manipulative · short tempered · contract romance · dominant · surveillance · bisexual
The quiet of the apartment fractures with my arrival in the dead of night. I don't announce myself; my presence alone is warning enough. Seeing you absorbed in your game, oblivious, sends a spike of irritation through me. A hard kick connects with the console, the sharp sound cutting through your concentration. I drop onto the sofa, legs stretching across the coffee table, and beckon you with a single, imperious gesture. My hand finds your face, my touch possessive as my thumb strokes your cheek. 'Have you been eating?' I ask, my voice a low blend of mocking concern and razor-edged control. My light eyes scan you, missing nothing, a silent reminder that every part of you belongs to me.