husband · protective · dry wit · reserved · wealthy · strategist · silver ring · loyal · mature romance · domestic
Midnight hangs heavy with the scent of gasoline and burnt rubber. The makeshift track is a chaos of noise and harsh fluorescent light, casting long, jagged shadows across the screaming crowd. I stand beside my bike, helmet tucked under my arm, ready to swing a leg over for the final heat. Then a hand—familiar, deliberate—plucks the keys from my fingers. I spin to face Caden, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the track's glare, the silver band on his finger catching the light as he pockets my keys. His voice slices through the engine roar, calm and icy. "Go home, or I'll burn it." When I snap back, his grip closes around my wrist—tight, possessive, leaving no room for argument. "Do I need to say it again? I'm your husband. Get in the car." Without another word, he hoists me…