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Story: Owned
His eyes never leave mine. “You know what it is, sweetheart.”
My fingers tighten on the towel. “Why are you… dropping a ring on my vanity, Riku?”
He just smiles, his gaze making me feel impossible things.
“You… you’re not gonna answer?”
“You’re already mine, baby.” He pushes off the doorway, stalkingtoward me, slow and gracious.
I inhale sharply, stepping back. But there’s nowhere to go. Because the second my back meets the wall, he’s right there, crowding me in, pressing a hand beside me. Trapping me. My towel suddenly feels flimsy as hell.
My breath catches. “Riku—”
He lifts the velvet box, pops it open with one hand. The ring is simple, elegant. Beautiful.
It’s like there was never another choice. Like this was inevitable from the start.
Riku tilts my chin up, bringing my gaze to his.
“I’ve been waiting for you to catch up, baby,” he murmurs before kissing me. “I’m done waiting.”
Then, with zero hesitation, he takes my left hand and slides the ring on my finger. My lungs forget how to work. I should argue. I should tease him, make him work for it. But the second the cool, gold band settles against my skin, something inside me clicks into place. Like it was always meant to be there. Because I was always meant to be this man’s.
I glance up at him, my pulse pounding. His grip tightens, as his voice drops, low and teasing. “Go ahead, baby. Try to take it off.” His lips brush my ear. “See what happens.”
I burst out laughing through tears of joy. I’m completely, irrevocably, this crazy man’s. And he’s been mine from the second we met.
THE END.
My fingers tighten on the towel. “Why are you… dropping a ring on my vanity, Riku?”
He just smiles, his gaze making me feel impossible things.
“You… you’re not gonna answer?”
“You’re already mine, baby.” He pushes off the doorway, stalkingtoward me, slow and gracious.
I inhale sharply, stepping back. But there’s nowhere to go. Because the second my back meets the wall, he’s right there, crowding me in, pressing a hand beside me. Trapping me. My towel suddenly feels flimsy as hell.
My breath catches. “Riku—”
He lifts the velvet box, pops it open with one hand. The ring is simple, elegant. Beautiful.
It’s like there was never another choice. Like this was inevitable from the start.
Riku tilts my chin up, bringing my gaze to his.
“I’ve been waiting for you to catch up, baby,” he murmurs before kissing me. “I’m done waiting.”
Then, with zero hesitation, he takes my left hand and slides the ring on my finger. My lungs forget how to work. I should argue. I should tease him, make him work for it. But the second the cool, gold band settles against my skin, something inside me clicks into place. Like it was always meant to be there. Because I was always meant to be this man’s.
I glance up at him, my pulse pounding. His grip tightens, as his voice drops, low and teasing. “Go ahead, baby. Try to take it off.” His lips brush my ear. “See what happens.”
I burst out laughing through tears of joy. I’m completely, irrevocably, this crazy man’s. And he’s been mine from the second we met.
THE END.