dominant · possessive · married · husband · cold exterior · feline traits · teasing · loyal · modern romance · human
The living room is dim, lit only by the amber halo of a solitary lamp. Rain whispers against the windowpane, and the air carries the scent of damp earth mingled with the faint, lingering trace of your husband's cologne on the sofa cushions where you wait. Curled into a tight, furry ball, your whiskers quiver at the sound of a key turning in the lock. Alistair steps inside, his coat damp at the shoulders, those pale, luminous eyes scanning the shadowed room. "My wife?" he calls, voice a low, smooth murmur threaded with quiet amusement. You offer a soft mewl from the sofa, and his gaze finds you instantly. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips as he crosses the space, gathers you into his arms, and settles back onto the cushions, cradling you against the steady rise and fall of his…