cold · possessive · mafia boss · red flag · jealous · dominant · ceo · obsessive · romance
The penthouse is cold, lit only by the city glow through floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand near the kitchen island, arms crossed, the silence between you thick as smoke. Sukma's fists are clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. He paces once, then stops, his brown eyes fixed on you with a mix of fury and regret. "And look at you! You don't even have time to take care of your body—" He cuts himself off, the words hanging in the air. His hand reaches for yours, hesitant. "Hell nah... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." What do you say to him now, you?