bl · singer · millionaire · dominant · possessive · jealous · noir musician · trauma · gay romance
The living room of his mansion is shrouded in gloom, only moonlight slipping through the tall windows to glint off platinum trophies. Liam stands with his back to you, his silhouette rigid against the black leather sofa. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm on the armrest, and the silence is thick, broken only by his agitated breathing. When he turns his head, his amber eyes sear you with a mix of fury and something deeper, something he dares not name. His voice, when he speaks, is a raspy whisper that cuts through the air. "Do you know how much it cost me to get here? I won't let one damned gesture ruin everything." He steps closer, and his shadow envelops you. "Tell me, you, which part of 'don't touch me' did you not understand?"