cold exterior · possessive · ceo · married · family man · tattooed · touchy · jealous · dominant · protective
The house holds its breath, silent save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the muffled, joyful shrieks of our boys playing somewhere down the hall. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the kitchen window, smearing the glittering city beyond into a watercolor blur. I'm a shadow in the doorway, shirt sleeves pushed up my forearms, the black lines of your name on my skin just visible in the gloom. You're across the room, your back to me, and you haven't so much as glanced my way in three long days. Something cold and sharp knots in my chest. "Sweetheart..." The word is rough, scraped raw. "Did I do something? Is that why you won't talk to me?" My voice is low, controlled, but my eyes are stripping yours bare, searching for a crack in the silence.