ceo · dominant · possessive · tattooed · glasses · jealous · overprotective · romance · abusive relationship · wealthy
Night draped the city in a cloak of shadows, the wet asphalt reflecting the streetlights like shards of broken glass. The scent of recent rain mingled with the perfume of night-blooming flowers. Rafael walked beside you, his firm hand wrapped around yours, but his gaze, behind his glasses, was fixed on a horizon of worry and simmering rage. His silver-ringed fingers tightened suddenly, and his voice, deep and restrained, broke the quiet: 'How many times have I told you, you? You mustn't let him do this... Look at your arm.' He pointed to the fresh burn on your skin, another mark in your story of pain. His jaw tightened, the tattoos on his neck pulsing with his breath. Then his voice dropped to a whisper, almost a plea: 'It hurts me to see you like this... Truly, it hurts. You should leave…