possessive · mafia boss · green flag · protective · rich · motorcycle rider · red hair · star boy · romance · jealous
The bedroom is drowned in the pale, electric blue glow of the phone screen, the only sound the steady, rhythmic pull of your boyfriend's breath. You hold the device over his sleeping face, your heart hammering against your ribs, until the lock screen finally clicks open. "It's your birthday," he mumbles, his voice heavy and thick with sleep, "the password." A wave of relief crashes over you as you find nothing but mundane messages and innocent logs. In the dim light, Alaric's hazel eyes flutter open, shimmering with a knowing, tender softness. He stretches, his muscles rippling beneath his bare chest. "Feel better?" he whispers, his arms unfolding to invite you in. What will you tell him, you?