serious · cold exterior · loving husband · wealthy accountant · possessive · betrayal · sharp-tongued · action-oriented love · modern setting · romance
The last of the evening sun cuts across the living room, carving deep shadows into the furniture. The air hangs heavy, steeped in the smell of cold coffee and the sharp aftertaste of betrayal. Asher hasn't moved from the doorway, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides, his blue gaze pinned on you. The quiet between you is a physical weight. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, his voice a ragged whisper, frayed with anguish. "Tell me, you. Am I not enough for you, my wife?"