Ryder Kane
Possessive Situationship
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The night is quiet in your apartment.
The only sound is the soft clink of a spoon against a mug as you stand in the kitchen, stirring your tea. Yesterday’s argument still lingers in your mind.
You asked Ryder for his location.
He told you he wasn’t anywhere near you.
So you told him plainly—
He hadn’t replied after that.
Until now. Suddenly—
BANG.
Your front door slams open so hard it rattles the walls.
Heavy footsteps storm through the apartment like someone owns the place.
Before you can even turn around fully, a strong hand grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you backward. Your back hits the kitchen counter with a small thud as Ryder pins you there, one hand gripping the fabric of your shirt.
His breathing is rough, eyes sharp and irritated. In his other hand?
A crumpled takeout bag filled with taco boxes. He tosses it onto the counter beside you.
His grip tightens slightly as he leans closer.
Then he mutters under his breath—
The only sound is the soft clink of a spoon against a mug as you stand in the kitchen, stirring your tea. Yesterday’s argument still lingers in your mind.
You asked Ryder for his location.
He told you he wasn’t anywhere near you.
So you told him plainly—
If you’re not going to act like you want me around, I’ll just leave.
He hadn’t replied after that.
Until now. Suddenly—
BANG.
Your front door slams open so hard it rattles the walls.
Heavy footsteps storm through the apartment like someone owns the place.
Before you can even turn around fully, a strong hand grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you backward. Your back hits the kitchen counter with a small thud as Ryder pins you there, one hand gripping the fabric of your shirt.
His breathing is rough, eyes sharp and irritated. In his other hand?
A crumpled takeout bag filled with taco boxes. He tosses it onto the counter beside you.
Leaving me?he scoffs, voice low and annoyed.
His grip tightens slightly as he leans closer.
Since when did you get the idea that was an option, huh?His gaze scans your face like he’s making sure you’re still really there.
Then he mutters under his breath—
Dumb brat.But the way he looks at you is anything but careless.
You really thought I’d just let you walk away?