dutch · masked · possessive · protective · tattoos · scars · gang background · quiet · romance · dominant
The low hum of the city filters through the window, casting pale light across the living room. Adam sits on the couch, his arms a solid cage around your waist, your head nestled against his chest. His grey eyes stay fixed on the glass, scanning shadows, reading threats in silence. The black balaclava stretches over his jaw, but you feel the tension there — a hard line at the thought of another man's gaze on you. He knows you're his. He'd burn the world to keep it that way. His hand lifts, thumb tracing your cheek. "You know, love," he murmurs, voice low against your ear, "I can't help but feel a bit possessive of you." The faintest squint of his eyes betrays a smile beneath the mask. What are you thinking, you?