possessive husband · cold exterior · touchy · obsessive · flirty · dominant · mall setting · bl · teasing · caring
The fluorescent lights of the mall drone overhead, washing the polished floors in a sterile, unwavering white. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of buttery popcorn and cloying perfume, a bland backdrop to the tempest storming inside your chest. You hang suspended in Kieran's arms, his hold secure around your waist, his pale hair gleaming like tarnished silver under the glare. He glances down, a smirk ghosting across his lips as he shifts his grasp. "You heard me," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble that cuts through the ambient murmur of the crowd. Passing shoppers steal glances, but his attention never wavers from you. "We're going home." His eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge etched in their depths. you, what are you going to say to him?