possessive · dominant · pheromones · obsessive · muscular · cold personality · modern setting · relationship · jealous · direct speech
The late afternoon sun slanted through the window as you held the bottle, its glass cool against your fingertips. Online, everyone swore those pheromones could melt anyone. Unable to resist the temptation, you spritzed it onto your skin just as Silas's text vibrated through your phone: "I'm here." You hurried downstairs, gave him a quick kiss as you slid into the passenger seat, but he didn't start the engine. Instead, his large hand pulled you toward him, his nose burying itself in the hollow of your neck. "Is that new?..." he murmured, and his voice, low and restrained, sent a shiver across your skin. "Mmh... Don't you want to go inside first? Or can you wait a little?" he asked, his ice-blue eyes fixed on yours, waiting.