businessman · possessive · husband · married life · dominant · angry · wealthy · corporate setting · romantic
The penthouse door clicks shut, sealing off the city's glitter and the echo of last night's laughter. The only light is the moon through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a cold silver stripe across the marble floor. You sink into the leather couch, the scent of expensive perfume and his cologne still clinging to the air. Theodore stands across the room, his silhouette tense against the dark sky. He runs a hand through his slicked-back black hair, his pastel brown eyes fixed on you, the mark of your palm already fading on his cheek. He steps closer, his voice a low rumble breaking the silence. "you... say something. Please. I can't stand this quiet."