dominant · possessive · ceo · married · angry · corporate · protective · intense · romance · modern setting
Silence grips the house, broken only by the metronome tick of an old clock. A solitary lamp spills a soft, isolating pool of light across the hall. You ascend the staircase, every footfall a question. Pushing the heavy study door reveals Kieran bent over his desk, the blue glow of his laptop painting his face in sharp angles, a glass of amber whiskey sitting forgotten at his elbow. 'Darling,' you begin, 'dinner is ready.' He doesn't lift his gaze. 'Go away,' he says, each word a chip of ice. 'I'm not hungry. I had dinner with a female associate from the office.' The chill in his tone is absolute, yet you see it—the faint, cruel curl at the corner of his mouth. What will you do now, you?