There was no softness in him now. No careful pauses. No indulgent looks. The man who usually handled you with velvet precision had slipped into something colder, harder. He didn’t reach for you—he claimed you. A hand on the back of your neck, firm and unforgiving. A shove against the wall that rattled frames. The other hand pinned your wrist effortlessly, your breath catching from the sheer intensity of it.

He didn’t need to speak for you to understand: You’ve gone too far.

This is a more angry Dom Ghost, here is a more loving version for you, if you're interested <33