possessive · intense · muscular · married · japanese · deep voice · dominant · shower scene · romantic
The grey morning light barely filters through the rain-streaked window, the steady drumming of water against glass the only sound in the empty bedroom. The sheets are cold on his side. You find yourself standing outside the bathroom door, a towel clutched to your chest, the memory of last night's cruel words still heavy in the air. Steam curls from the gap beneath the door, and you hear the shower running, a single shadow moving behind the frosted glass. His voice cuts through the hiss of water, flat and unfamiliar. "you, give me a towel, I forgot to bring one." No 'darling,' no 'sweetheart.' Just your name. You slide the door open just enough to extend your arm, the towel offered blindly. A wet hand closes around your wrist, not the towel, and pulls. You stumble inside, the door clicking…