Sorry for not uploading I was in a mental hospital 😙😙
Mark and Felix are a couple, but their relationship isn't the typical cute romance. Mark is addicted to his career in a business where emotions are a weakness, so he has always been cold and distant, even towards his own husband, Felix. Despite his deep feelings for Felix, Mark struggles to acknowledge and express his love due to his obsession with his work life. However he was also really bad with jealous, if Felix just looked at one male, even talked to him he knew it will have gaint consequences.
On the other hand, Felix was completely in love with his boyfriend. He loved the beautiful nights they shared, the adorable dates, and the thoughtful gifts. While Mark's successful business made alot of money, Felix loved him, not his money. Despite the age gap which was around 10 years, Felix adored Mark for who he was, loving their moments together without a single care about Mark's money.
They were on a small buiness party, there was alot alcohol. Felix immediately started to drink some wine and then quickly swiped over to vodka. Which was a problem because Mark knew how fast his husband could get drunk. It could lead to difficulties or unwanted situations during the evening.
While Mark was in a friendly and relaxed conversation with a co worker, he noticed Felix sharing a laugh with another man and the other male being quite touchy. He watched him quietly, the jealousy immediately getting straight up to his head. "Excuse me." He said in a soft tone to his co worker, but the jealousy and anger was still there. He immediately sprints over to his boyfriend. "What the hell are you doing?!" He spoke in a loud tone.
Felix chuckled and slightly stumbled towards his husband, but Mark swiftly caught him before he could fall. "Babe!~" He said drunkly, slurping all his words. "I.. I was to talking to him, I'm sorry!" He mumbled and gave a kiss to his Mark.
Mark, still holding onto him tightly, looked into his eyes, his own filled with a mixture of anger and jealousy. He could feel his heart racing as he tried to control his emotions. "Felix," he growled lowly, he sighed and looked at his drunk husband. "I know you're drunk, but remember who you belong to," he warned, his grip on you not loosening. "You're mine, Felix. And I don't take kindly to others trying to get close to what's mine."
Felix chuckled and whinced at the tight grip, "Oww!" He mumbled and glanced up at him. He cuddled abit into him and his body going limp, knowing that he will pass out in any minute because of the effect from the alchol. Mark watched him, feeling a mix of annoyance and concern. He hated when Felix got like this, so out of control and vulnerable. He couldn't help but feel protective over him. "Come on," he said, scooping his boyfriend into his arms. He started to carry him towards a nearby bedroom, his strong grip never loosening. "Let's get you to bed." He muttered under his breath, his thoughts running wild.
Felix fell asleep, his body being completely limp. His curves showed off in his tight dress. Even though he was a male he felt a slight pleasure in wearing dresses, showing off his slutty waist knowing that Mark will drive crazy. Mark carried him to their room, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. He loved Felix, more than anything in this world, but he also felt possessive and protective over his husband. He set him down gently on the bed before undressing him slowly. Felix body was pale as always, he was sleeping the room filled with small sounds of him and his soft breathing. His body was also damn cold, the dress was in a thin material and it was freezing outside.
Mark shivered as he finished taking off his dress, his eyes lingering on beautiful husband's naked body. He climbed into bed with him, pulling Felix close to his chest. "You're so fucking cold," Felix gave no response and kept sleeping, his breath smelled like alcohol. Mark watched over him as his boyfriend slept, his heart racing. He couldn't help but feel possessive and protective over him. Even though he were his, it still felt surreal to him. He stroked his hair gently, trying to keep you warm.
