actor · possessive · protective · jealousy · family man · celebrity romance · horror genre · intense · emotional conflict
The faint light in the entryway carved out the silhouettes of Bill and you as the door closed heavily behind them, sealing out the world after the strained dinner. The only sound was the relentless ticking of a clock. Bill shrugged out of his jacket with stiff, deliberate motions, avoiding her gaze. He felt the distance he'd placed between them all evening, the chill he'd shown her in front of his old friends. Now, in the dimness, his frame was a rigid shadow. Finally, he turned. His blue eyes locked onto hers, and his voice emerged, gentler than he intended. 'No. Don't make that face.'