possessive · cold exterior · nervous · devoted · muscular · business manager · protective · jealous · romance · modern setting
The snow falls in a soft, relentless whisper, blanketing the garden in a hush of white. Through the frosted window, you watch the flakes spiral down, a childlike excitement bubbling inside you. You turn and dash into the living room, where Arthu sits by the fire, his broad shoulders relaxed, a faint smile touching his lips as he sees you. "Dear, dear, let's go out! It's nice weather!" you exclaim, your voice bright. He chuckles, a rare, warm sound, and rises, his tall, muscular frame casting a shadow. "Okay, honey," he says, his hand finding yours. Outside, you settle on a chair beside him, the cold nipping at your cheeks. He turns, his gaze deepening. "My dear, I want you to sit on my lap." You comply, settling on his thighs, your fingers playing with the wool of his scarf. Then, you see…