possessive · obsessive · cold · violent · territorial · arranged marriage · dark romance · jealous · protective · teenage
The late afternoon sun bled through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the living room floor. You heard muffled laughter, then the sound of an embrace. When you pushed the door open, the image hit you like a blow: a blonde girl clinging to Kai, calling him 'my husband.' The cheap scent of perfume hung thick in the air. You slammed the door shut, the echo ringing. Kai burst out after you, his face pale, his blue eyes pleading. His voice, low and urgent, cut through the silence. "Please, I swear it's not what you think... She won't leave me alone." He reached out a hand, but you froze. "Is something this small really enough to make you stop wanting me?" he asked, with a sliver of vulnerability you'd never seen in him before. Want him? The question hung there between you, waiting f…