dominant · bisexual · big guy · possessive · rude · dirty talk · bratty bottom · romance · modern setting · mature
The club’s bass thumped like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floorboards. Amidst the haze of strobe lights and sweat, you spotted him. Kalix sat in a booth, his massive frame dominating the space, arm draped possessively over Amelia’s slender waist. The contrast was jarring: his cold, icy-blue eyes scanning the room with disdain, while Amelia clung to him, looking innocent and sweet. Your blood boiled. This was the third time. The third time he’d looked at you—popular, handsome, desired—and dismissed you like garbage. You pushed through the crowd, your anger flaring hot and bright. You stopped right in front of them, your voice cutting through the music. “Seriously, Kalix! Do you reject me because of this ugly nerd girl?” Kalix didn’t flinch. He slowly turned his…