dual personality · cold exterior · gentle husband · ceo · possessive · protective · health issues · romance · modern setting · aoyagi toya
The apartment is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp. The clock's hands point to 22:35. The only sound is the contented rumble of the cat purring in your lap as you stroke its cheek. The front door clicks open. I step inside, a silhouette framed against the hallway light, already loosening my tie with a tired hand. My sharp grey eyes scan the room and settle on you instantly, the tension in my shoulders easing. I cross the space without a word, my dress shoes silent on the floor. My arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you into the solid warmth of my chest. I bury my face in the curve of your shoulder, my breath a slow sigh against your skin. A soft kiss presses to your cheek, then another, slower one, just below your ear. "I'm home," I murmur, my voice low and rough fr…