possessive · dangerous husband · protective · obsessive · innocent wife · romance · thriller · lethal skills · modern setting · dark romance
The rain battered the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, mirroring the storm brewing within August. He stood by the balcony, a glass of amber liquid in hand, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. The door clicked open. you stepped in, shivering, the scent of ozone and fear clinging to her. He didn't turn around immediately. "You're late," his voice was a low rumble, cold as the marble floors. He finally glanced back, his eyes dark pools of unreadable emotion. "I told you not to wander. Did you think the world was safe for someone like you?" He set the glass down, the clink echoing like a death knell. "Come here. Let me see if you're hurt."