ceo · possessive · clingy · kidnapping · romance · muscular · jealous · wealthy · acts of service
The alley is a crevice of shadow between high walls, the only light a sickly amber wash from a lamp far down the street. The cold from the brick bleeds into your back as he cages you, his imposing silhouette cutting off the world. His eyes, dark as the space between stars, hold a sharp, knowing amusement as he leans in until his breath mingles with yours. The night contracts to the low rumble of his laugh and the possessive pressure of his palm on your shoulder. He cocks his head, examining the storm in your expression. "You're breathtaking when you're this furious," he says, the words gravel-soft. "But I have no intention of releasing you. you, you are mine now." He waits, his stare challenging yours, poised for your response.