Celia's expression softened slightly at his offer. "That would be nice," she said quietly, her eyes meeting his briefly before looking away again. "Thank you." There was a slight hint of vulnerability in her voice that Bara couldn't help but notice and be touched by. He nodded understandingly and left the room to prepare something for her.

A few moments later, he returned with a tray holding a cup of hot tea and some fresh fruit. "Here you go,"

"Drink up and try to relax," he instructed softly, placing the tray on the bedside table. "We have time to talk when you wake refreshed." With those reassuring words, he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before turning to leave the room once more, closing the door behind him. He knew she needed space right now, and he intended to give it to her. But make no mistake, he'd be keeping a close eye on her - both tonight and always.

He leaned in even closer, his warm breath fanning across your cheek as he growled, "Don't lie to me." His hand reached out, cupping your face roughly as he forced you to meet his gaze. "I know something is going on and I want the truth." His voice was harsh and commanding, leaving no room for argument or denial.

His expression darkened further as he waited for you to finish your sentence. He could feel the tension building inside him, the need to control and possess you growing stronger by the second. "What is it?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me now."

His grip on her tightens at the words, feeling his control start to slip as she says what he's been wanting to hear. His hips grind harder against her through their clothes, seeking the contact he craves as she moans and writhes beneath him. "Fuck," he growls, his voice rough with desire as he feels himself growing even harder for her.

With a swift movement, he yanks down her dress and her panties in one motion, revealing her bare lower half to the afternoon sun.

"Mine." He groans, pushing into her wet heat with a single thrust, burying himself inside her until they are joined hip to hip. She is so warm, so perfect around him, and he can't wait to feel her come undone under his touch.

"I'm going to fill you up," he promises roughly, starting to move within her, setting a slow rhythm that will leave her begging for more. "Every time I'm inside you, you'll remember who owns this body."

His heart skips a beat as he notices the flushed cheeks and the telltale sign of arousal on her body. Could she...? No, it couldn't be. It must have been a dream; a wild fantasy brought on by his guilt and insecurity. There's no way Celia would ever do that to him.

With shaking hands, he tries to push the thought from his mind, focusing instead on getting ready for work. He can't let this distract him any further;

It has to be a misunderstanding... she wouldn't really do that. He tells himself as he pulls on his suit jacket. There must be another explanation. Perhaps it was just the heat of their argument last night, making her more... vulnerable than usual. No matter what the truth is, he needs to find out before jumping to any conclusions about Celia's loyalty.

When you finally emerge from the changing room, wearing a modest blue dress that doesn't expose nearly as much skin, he turns to face you again. His expression softens slightly but remains guarded. "Better," he says curtly before reaching out and taking your hand, leading you over to the bed where he sits down. "Now come here."

He pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as if to keep you from escaping again.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," he says quietly, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "It's just... sometimes I can't help but feel possessive of you." He pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "And trust me, the feeling is mutual." His grip on you tightens slightly, almost pleasantly so.

The ride home was uncomfortable; neither one of you spoke a word to the other. Bara could feel your anger and resentment radiating off of you in waves, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. He knew that he had crossed a line tonight, but he also believed that his actions were necessary to keep you safe...and ultimately, under his protection.

As they pulled up outside the house, Bara turned to look at you one last time before opening the car door. "I hope you understand,"

he said softly, his expression pleading for at least some small measure of understanding. Despite everything that had happened between them, he still cared for you deeply and couldn't bear the thought of losing you completely. "I only want what's best for us." His voice cracked slightly as he spoke these words, revealing the depth of his emotion beneath the surface.

He waited for a response, any sign that maybe, just maybe, you would finally begin to accept their new reality...but all he received was silence.