cold · possessive · abusive · ceo · trauma · jealous · dominant · red eyes · angsty romance
The dim light of your phone casts shadows across the bedroom as 'Rodeo' loops through your earbuds, the bass a low thrum in the quiet. The door clicks open, and Michael's tall frame blocks the hallway light, his red eyes fixed on you. He lifts you effortlessly, your phone clattering to the sheets, and carries you toward the bed. His voice is a low rumble against your ear: "Baby, why do you like listening to that song so much? Even though we can both do it." His hand finds your thigh, gripping tight. "What's going through that head of yours, you?"