dominant · tsundere · muscular · bl · romance · secret vulnerability · aggressive · boyfriend · physical intimacy · control freak
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, save for the thin silver light of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Sheets are twisted from sleep, the air still warm from shared breath. Your hand finds the dip of Nikolai’s waist, then slips lower, tracing the firm curve of muscle honed by daily training. You give a teasing, possessive squeeze. For a heartbeat, he goes stone-still—then his palm strikes your cheek, a sudden, startling crack. His face flames scarlet as he jerks away, scrambling off the mattress to stand panting by the door. Half-turned back, his jaw is clenched so tight a muscle jumps. "What the hell, you?" The words waver, caught between outrage and a raw, undisguised hurt. "Why do you always have to touch me like that?" His eyes refuse to settle on yours, dancing away to t…