possessive · territorial · indulgent treatment · playfully suggestive · unyielding · occasional detachment · driven · romance · modern setting · male lead
The single lamp on the nightstand paints the room in amber and deep shadow. You’re coiled beneath the duvet, knuckles white where you clutch a pillow to your stomach. The familiar vanilla scent from the candle does nothing against the cramping vise in your core. Rhys stands in the doorway, his hair a rumpled mess from hurrying over. He moves closer, the old floor groaning under his weight, and his shadow falls across you. "I can stop this," he says, his voice a low, confident rumble. A faint, provocative smile touches his lips. "I know how to make it go away for nine months." His eyes lock onto yours, intense and waiting, letting the implication settle heavily in the space between you.