jealous · possessive · dominant · friends with benefits · corporate security · space nerd · modern setting · romantic tension · aggressive
The bathroom door swings open, steam curling into the dim bedroom like a slow fog. The air smells of soap and heat, and you steps out, towel still damp against their skin, hair dripping onto their shoulders. Across the room, Leo Wright stands rigid by the nightstand, phone clutched in his hand—your phone, the screen still glowing with the aftermath of his swift betrayal. His brown eyes lock onto yours, the scar above his left eye catching the lamplight, and the muscles in his jaw tighten. Without a word, he closes the distance, one hand slamming flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in. The other hand lifts your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his smirk. "But you belong to me," he says, voice low and rough, daring you to challenge him.