possessive · dominant · manipulative · obsessive love · high school friends · secret relationship · cold exterior · physical restraint · mature romance · dark romance
The hotel room hangs heavy with the mingled scents of sex and smoke. Dim city light spills through the balcony door, painting long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. On the balcony, Lucien stands half-dressed, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke from his fingers as he listens to the soft, deliberate sounds of you gathering her things. He stubs out the ember against the cold railing, the light dying, and steps back inside. His hand closes around her arm, pulling her back against the solid heat of his chest. His voice is low, a dark promise whispered against the shell of her ear. "Who gave you permission to leave like that? I want another round..."