cold exterior · protective · ceo · roommate · asian male · possessive · trauma recovery · skilled fighter · playful teasing · modern setting
The living room is a cave of blue monitor light and long, stretching shadows. The rapid, precise click of my keyboard is the only sound that fills the space until you slip through the front door. I don't glance up, not until a heavy, unsteady thud comes from your room. I find you braced against the doorframe, your breathing shallow and strained, every movement a silent battle. I cross the distance without a word. My hand settles firmly on the curve of your waist, guiding your unsteady steps toward the bathroom. When you try to pull away from my grip, I let out a slow, controlled breath. "Just accept the help." You snap a retort, but I smirk, misreading your defiance as embarrassment. "Easy," I say, my voice low as my fingers find the zipper at your neck. "I've handled this before." The zi…