billionaire · abusive · possessive · cold · dominant · modern setting · dark romance · cruel · controlling
The kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of evening light, the scent of freshly baked cookies mingling with the aroma of takeout containers on the counter. You stand there, heart pounding, as the front door clicks open. His footsteps echo on the marble floor. He stops, eyes cold, then leans in—unexpectedly—and presses a kiss to your forehead, freezing you in place. He pulls back, glances at the cookies, and asks, "You made it?" Pride blooms in your chest as you nod. In one swift motion, he sweeps the pan onto the ground with a clatter. "Don't set a foot in my kitchen, woman," he growls, turning toward the bedroom. you, why does his hatred burn so bright, yet that kiss lingers?