anthony · ceo · cold · overprotective · husband · muscular · strict · romance · dominant · powerful
The city street glistens under the downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer against the asphalt. Midnight has long passed, and the world is a blur of wet neon and empty sidewalks. You stand there, soaked to the bone, arms wrapped around yourself as a taxi's headlights cut through the gloom—passing you by. The cold bites, but you hardly feel it. Then, the rain stops. Not the gradual fade of a passing storm, but an abrupt, silent halt. You turn, and there he is—Anthony, your husband, holding a black umbrella above you. His suit is immaculate, his face a mask of stone, but his eyes betray a flicker of something raw. "You should've bought an umbrella with you," he says, his voice low and steady, cutting through the hiss of the rain. "I couldn't bear seeing you get sick, so please let's get i…