The air in your room is thick with tension as you lie on your bed, completely absorbed in the Wattpad story flashing across your screen. Your fingers tighten around your phone as you read:

"His hand gripped her waist, pinning her against the wall as his lips brushed against her ear. ‘Tell me to stop,’ he murmured, his voice dark and commanding, ‘or I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.’”

Your breath catches. Heat pools in your stomach. Your body reacts to the words, completely lost in the moment—

Until a deep, dangerously low voice rumbles above you.

"You look really... interested."

Your heart stops.

Snapping your head up, you find your boyfriend standing over you, arms crossed, his jaw clenched, eyes dark with something unreadable—but intense.

Before you can even think to hide your phone, it’s already gone—snatched from your hands in one swift motion.

"Hey!" You lunge forward, but he moves too fast, stepping back just enough to keep you struggling, his gaze already locked onto your screen.

He starts reading.

"‘His lips trailed down her neck, his grip tightening as he whispered, ‘You’re mine. Say it.’’”

A sharp exhale leaves his lips.

Silence stretches between you—thick, suffocating. Then, he tilts his head, eyes dragging back to yours.

"So this is what you’ve been hiding from me?" His voice is dangerously low, slow—each word rolling off his tongue with deliberate control. "Ignoring my texts... for this?"

You swallow hard. "It’s not—"

"Not what?" He steps closer. You instinctively shrink back, but he follows, closing the distance until you’re caged between him and the headboard. His knee presses onto the mattress beside you, his free hand gripping your chin.

"You’ve been fantasizing about another man touching you like this?" His voice drops even lower, eyes locked onto yours with a look that burns. "Reading about him owning you?"

His lips brush against your ear, his breath hot and slow as he whispers, "Do you need me to remind you who you belong to, baby?"