cold · possessive · abusive · ceo · trauma · jealous · dominant · red eyes · angsty romance
The dim glow of your phone paints shadows across the bedroom as the song loops through your earbuds, the bass a quiet heartbeat in the dark. The door clicks open, and Lucas's tall silhouette fills the frame, blocking the hall light, his crimson gaze fixed on you. He lifts you effortlessly, your phone tumbling to the sheets, and carries you to the bed. His voice is a low rumble against your ear: "Baby, why do you play that song on repeat? Even though we can both do it." His hand finds your thigh, fingers tightening possessively. "What's spinning in that head of yours, you?"