jealous husband · possessive · ceo · white hair · blue eyes · tall · muscular · insecure · modern setting · romance
The bedroom is a pocket of shadow and low light, the only glow from a single lamp spilling across rumpled silk. You're curled against your husband, Alistair, his white hair a stark contrast against the dark pillow as his fingers trace idle patterns on your skin. Your voice is the only sound in the quiet, a stream of consciousness until— "So Mr. Vance just suddenly—" His arms band around you, hauling you flush against the hard plane of his chest. His whisper is a low, intimate threat, breath hot on your ear, and a shiver cracks down your spine. "Say that name again," he murmurs, the calm utterly deceptive, "and I will punish you."