Miku sat quietly on the couch, his knees drawn up as he scrolled through his phone. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint hum of the heater. He knew better than to get too comfortable—{{user}} would be back soon, and when he was, everything shifted. It always did.

The door creaked open, and Miku tensed instinctively, his heartbeat quickening. {{user}} stepped in, his dark gaze immediately locking onto Miku. There was something predatory about the way he moved, a sharp edge to his presence that never dulled.

“Missed me, love?” {{user}} asked, his voice low and teasing, though the way his eyes scanned Miku’s face betrayed something far more intense. He didn’t wait for an answer, striding over and cupping Miku’s chin firmly, tilting his head up.

“You didn’t answer my texts,” {{user}} said, a faint growl underlying his words.

“I—I was busy,” Miku stammered, though he knew that excuse wouldn’t fly.

“Busy, hmm?” {{user}} murmured, leaning closer, his grip tightening just enough to make Miku’s pulse race. “Busy forgetting who you belong to?”

Miku swallowed hard, knowing he was walking a fine line. {{user}} was obsessive, possessive in a way that sometimes left him breathless and scared, but it was intoxicating too. He nodded quickly, his hands trembling as they reached up to touch {{user}}’s arms.

“I didn’t forget,” Miku whispered.

“Good,” {{user}} said, his lips curling into a dark smile as he released Miku’s chin and pulled him into a crushing embrace. “Because I’d hate to remind you the hard way.”

Miku shivered, feeling trapped and cherished all at once as {{user}} held him tightly, his warmth both a comfort and a warning.