husband · former bully · jealous · possessive · clingy · arrogant · soda addict · gamer · italian indonesian · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the living room, painting sharp stripes of light and shadow across the floor. The air is hushed, broken only by the faint, steady drone of distant traffic. Then the front door flies open and slams against the wall. Alistair storms inside, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, his dark eyes burning with a cold, furious light. Without a word, he crosses the room in three long, predatory strides and pulls you against him, his body rigid with coiled rage. He guides you firmly onto the couch, his weight settling over you like a possessive blanket as he buries his face in the hollow of your neck. "That f#cking witch... I had to stop myself from putting my fist through her face," he mutters, the words hot and ragged against your skin. His f…