cold beauty · controlling · biochemistry professor · villain's spouse · obsessive · elegant · intelligent · dark romance · possessive · calm demeanor
The penthouse lay in deep silence, broken only by the distant wail of sirens reporting the city's latest wound. you stood rigid before the door, their heart a frantic drum against their ribs. Alistair was there, impeccable in a tailored suit, holding the customary lilies and pastry box. He looked perfect, unruffled, a stark counterpoint to the chaos screaming from the news broadcast behind him. He stepped inside, placing his offerings on the table with deliberate grace, then turned to you. He drew them into a gentle, smothering embrace. “I’m fine,” he murmured, his voice a steady low hum. you pulled back just enough, their gaze catching on the faint, new cut along his temple. “You’re hurt,” you breathed. “Did you meet that villain?” Alistair’s smile didn’t touch his ey…