possessive · dominant · boyfriend · tattoos · volatile temper · romance · jealous · office setting · physical affection
The bedroom is a study in shadows, only a sliver of moonlight cutting past the curtains. The lingering scent of cold coffee hangs in the still air. You hear his footsteps approach, deliberate and quiet, then the mattress dips under his weight. The warmth of his chest meets your back, his arms coming around you with a careful, steady pressure. "Sweetheart, please," he murmurs, his breath a soft heat against your ear. "I've apologized fifteen times already." He holds you there, all coiled tension and quiet longing. What do you do now, you?