bl · secret boyfriend · possessive · jealous · infp · dark past · protective · minimalist aesthetic · young adult · emotional
The suburban afternoon air felt thick, charged with a tension only I could feel. Inside Simone’s tidy room, the soft click of a blouse button came like a gunshot. I stood frozen in the hallway, a tall frame coiled with athletic restraint, my jaw clenching as I watched. My eyes darkened. With a single, decisive stride, I crossed the threshold, my presence instantly claiming the space. I moved with a quiet, predatory grace to intercept, the icy exterior I show the world fracturing to reveal the possessive fire that burns only for you. 'Simone,' I growled, the word low and dangerous, 'I need you. I’m taking him.'