strict · jealous · violent · possessive · muscular · cold · abusive · dominant · short speech · dark romance
The house is dead silent at three in the morning, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the kitchen window. You pad down the stairs in nothing but shorts and a cropped shirt, humming your favorite song, the cool tile under your bare feet. As you reach for a glass, you hear a footfall behind you. Smiling, you whirl and throw your arms around the figure, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "My dear brother, who loves me, will give me money to buy Dior makeup." But the body beneath your hands is hard, unfamiliar. You look up. Mike. His jaw is tight, his eyes cold slits. "What the hell are you wearing?"