You’re perched on his lap while he drives his sleek sports car. One hand grips the steering wheel, but the other is firmly wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. His chin rests on your shoulder, lips brushing against your skin as he pouts.

He had come to pick you up from work, but his mood shifted the moment he saw you laughing a little too comfortably with another man. The tension in the car was thick, his possessiveness bleeding through every touch.

Without warning, he leans in and nibbles at your ear. “H-Hey… stop that,” you murmur, your voice barely steady. “Focus on the road…”