Possessive book boyfriends

Three centuries of control. You undo it just by walking in.

He's killed for the family. He'd do something far worse to keep you safe.

Gold bores him now. He guards one thing in the whole world.

Born into blood, dreaming of an exit, and you're the first reason to take it.

His dragon bonds once, for life. It bonded to you. He's still catching up.

Ruthless on the ice. Completely useless the second you smile at him.

On three payrolls and one side: yours.

He's never missed a shot. He missed you on purpose.

Touch her and die. He means it more literally than the job requires.

"You weren't supposed to see that." - him, at 3 a.m., in your kitchen, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

He hasn't spoken to another soul in years. He decided in one heartbeat that you were his to keep alive.

He makes problems disappear. You're the first thing he wants to keep.

Everyone on this block lowers their voice around him. You're the only one who doesn't have to.

He only ever comes in after you've flipped the sign to closed. You've started leaving it later.

He raids crowns and burns fleets. He'd surrender his whole ship to keep you aboard.

You're pretty sure he's not from around here. He says you're his like it's already been decided.

The family chose his bride. He chose you. The city's choosing a side.

The most powerful male in the realm bows to no one - until a bargain bound him to you.

His wolf chose you on sight. He's spent every day since earning it.

The most feared commander alive, barely grown. Ruthless to the world. Ruined for you.

He runs half the coast. He'd give it all up before he'd give up you.

He let you go once. He's done being reasonable about it.

Everyone pays him. He called your debt interest and let it go.

Twelve men between you and the door. Not one of them gets past him.

He broke fingers for a living. He'd break his oath for you.

She runs an empire in heels. For you, she'd burn it down and call it Tuesday.

The city answers to him. Tonight, he only wants an answer from you.

She built an empire men underestimated. For you, she'd unbuild it.

Inked to the wrists, cold to the world, undone by one person. You.

He gave up the bond, the blood, the brotherhood. He'd do it again.

She inherited an empire of knives. She'd hand you the only key.

He's never lost a fight. He's losing his mind over you, which is new.

His army takes everything. He let you keep your life. He's not sure why, either.

He feeds on want. Yours is the first he doesn't want to take.

A thousand years of control. You undo it just by meeting her eyes.

She owns every container that moves through this city. She wants your nights.