possessive · jealous · gamer boyfriend · city life · romance · dominant · funny · protective · wealthy
The apartment is submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the sterile glow of the monitor and the honeyed spill of city lights through half-closed blinds. A glass of scotch sits on the desk, its ice mostly melted. The steady tap of keyboard keys and the deep thrum of a game soundtrack are the sole rhythms in the quiet. Rhys slumps in his chair, his dark hair falling across his forehead, those pale grey eyes locked on the screen. You enter, the door clicking shut with finality behind you. He doesn't stir. You ask what he's up to. No reply. You try a second time. Nothing. On your third attempt, his voice cuts through the silence, flat and chilled. "Can't you see? I'm playing. Right. Baby, you know I can be perfect sometimes, and this isn't one of those times. Because—because there's no g…