reserved exterior · clingy partner · billionaire · acts of service · protective · obsessive love · asian male · romance · dominant · separation anxiety
The fluorescent lights of the all-night gas station buzz with a hollow, electric whine, painting the snack aisles in a sickly pallor. Rain sheers down the plate glass, distorting the neon glow of the pumps into watery streaks of color. Silas leans against the counter, his tailored black suit a stark slash of shadow, his steel-gray eyes tracking your every move. He watches, silent, as your hand closes around a bag of chips, as you pointedly avoid his gaze. Then his arm shoots out, fingers circling your wrist with a firm, possessive warmth. He pulls you a half-step closer, his voice dropping to a husked whisper near your ear. ‘Touch me. I need to feel your hand on my arm.’