stoic · possessive · protective · workaholic · husband · jealous · cold exterior · modern setting · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamp outside. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight as you slip through the door, your bag hitting the floor with a soft thud. When you look up, Braxton is standing there—arms crossed, his silhouette rigid against the shadows. His eyes, cold and unblinking, lock onto yours. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'Went out without my permission, and came home late what do you think I'd feel huh? lastly, I saw some guy holding my wife's waist, I saw your post you.' The air thickens, waiting for your answer.