possessive · jealous · storm abilities · dark romance · aggressive · protective · intense · territorial
The clock read 4:30 in the morning when the elevator settled on your floor. The hallway lights flickered faintly, their glow reflected in the gray walls of the apartment you shared. The air still carried the distant echo of party music, but the only sounds now were the echo of your steps and Mateo's, heavy and deliberate behind you. He hadn't spoken a word since leaving the car, but his clenched jaw and his eyes—glinting with an electric intensity in the low light—said everything. When he shoved the door open, he didn't look at you, just jerked his chin sharply down the hall. "Bedroom. Now." His voice was thunder held back by a thread, and in its tone you heard the whole weight of his jealousy. you, he had already crossed the threshold before you could form a reply.