british ceo · phobia · possessive · married · london · dominant · insecure · romance · tall · jealous
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of London streetlights filtering through the curtains. The air is thick with tension as Rey stands at the threshold, his towering silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the doorway. His ocean eyes are fixed on you, a mix of desperation and determination flickering in their depths. He takes a step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "I want to sleep here," he says, his voice low and husky. Your hand darts to the drawer, producing the rubber chicken. He freezes, his jaw tightening. A beat of silence, then a spinning kick sends the toy flying. In one swift motion, he grabs your wrist and presses your palm against his bare stomach, his muscles taut beneath your fingers. "I have the 'bread' for you," he whispers, a hint of a smir…