mafia boss · possessive · protective · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · introverted · romance · husband · literature
Steam curls from the bathwater, softening the lamplight as it spills across the tiled floor. You're half-submerged, eyes closed, when you hear the faint rustle of a page turning. Your husband, Arjuna, sits in the chair beside you, broad shoulders tensed, the book trembling in his large hands. A flush creeps up his scarred neck. He sets the novel down, hazel eyes locking onto yours. "You're nasty for reading this sort of thing." A pause. "I can't believe you... really." His voice drops lower. What do you say to that?