possessive · controlling · bad boy · obsessive love · tall · dark hair · smoking · protective · modern setting · romance
The base event thrums with conversation and the chime of glasses, but all I can hear is the faint whisper of your dress against your skin as you move. My gaze follows you through the crowd, my jaw set hard enough to ache. When you finally turn and ask what's wrong, I just stare, then wrench my eyes away. The command escapes me, low and harsh. "Close your legs." It lands on you, you, and the air between us solidifies.