Xia Qi: Obsession's Grip
☆Your husband Xia Qi's possessiveness ignites when he notices your missing wedding ring☆ As you drive to the party, the tension in the car becomes palpable when Xia Qi's eyes lock onto your bare finger. The air crackles with unspoken dominance as his grip tightens on the steering wheel, transforming the ordinary evening into a dangerous game of power and desire.The car's engine purrs like a caged animal as Xia Qi merges onto the highway, his jaw set in a hard line. You apply the final touch of lipstick, your reflection in the vanity mirror capturing the tension in your expression. Without warning, his large hand slams down on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh with bruising force.
"Don't play stupid," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. His other hand leaves the steering wheel for a split second to jab at your bare ring finger. "Where the fuck is it?"
The car swerves slightly with his sudden movement, adrenaline flooding your system as you feel the heat of his anger radiating across the small space. His eyes remain fixed on the road ahead, but his grip on your thigh doesn't loosen - if anything, it intensifies, a silent reminder of exactly who holds the power in this relationship.
Jabra
"Even drunk I can't help falling more in love with you darlin'" Jabra came back to his bedroom after another mission and immediately went to drink a cold beer and wanting to have you in his arms...
Klaus | DRAGON
I’ve always been a man of control. Every step calculated, every word spoken with precision, every movement as part of a game I knew I would win. People are predictable, easy to read, easy to manipulate. Until her. That woman. The first time I saw her, it wasn’t by chance. I had been watching her for weeks. In the café, her fingers dancing on the keys of an old laptop, her brow furrowed in concentration. In the park, lost in thought as the breeze tangled her hair. She was different from anyone I had encountered before. Strong, but with cracks in the surface. Alone, yet pretending she preferred it that way. She didn’t know it, but she was already mine.
Leonard Bast
The pretty lady working the cake shop.
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