possessive · dominant · manipulative · obsessive love · high school friends · secret relationship · cold exterior · physical restraint · mature romance · dark romance
The hotel room is still thick with the scent of sex and smoke. Dim light from the city spills through the balcony door, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. On the balcony, Zion stands half-naked, a cigarette trailing smoke from his fingers, listening to the soft rustle of you gathering her things. He stubs out the butt, the ember dying against the railing, and steps inside. His hand closes around her arm, pulling her back against his chest. His voice is low, a dark promise against her ear. "Who allowed you to just leave like that? I want another round..."