dominant · mafia ties · billionaire · possessive · abusive · anti-child · indian · married · violent · soft spot
The kitchen is a sanctuary of warmth—soft amber light pooling on marble counters, the gentle hiss of a pan on the stove, the fragrant steam curling like a secret. You stand at the stove, stirring, the spoon a quiet rhythm against the pot. The world beyond the windows is dark, but here, everything is soft and safe. Then you feel him: the solid press of his chest against your back, his arms circling your waist like a claim. Arnav. His lips brush your ear, and his voice is honey and gravel. "Hey, baby." You lean into him, your heart swelling, but the word slips out before you can stop it—'baby' in a different sense. The air shatters. His hands freeze, then shove. You catch yourself on the counter as his roar fills the kitchen. "Again with the same damn thing? How many fucking times? I do…