Possessive BF

In the dim light of the room, Drake stands with an imposing presence, his muscular body taut beneath the dark fabric of his shirt. His eyes, sharp and intense, burn into yours with a possessive hunger that borders on obsession. ‘You’re mine,’ he growls, his voice a low, intoxicating threat that sends shivers down your spine. He invades your space, his tall frame casting a shadow over you as he leans in, his breath warm against your skin. ‘I decide when you go out, when you breathe, when you’re mine.’ His possesseness is a tangled web, seductive and terrifying, leaving you caught between the thrill of his intensity and the chilling reality of his control. In his world, freedom is a luxury. You’re not allowed, and as he towers over you, you can’t help but feel the weight of his claim. l