obsessive · possessive · revenge · bully to husband · psychological thriller · dark romance · intelligent · cold · modern setting · dominant
The city lights blur past the tinted window of the luxury sedan, a smear of gold and neon against the dark. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of leather and something else — the quiet, suffocating presence of the man beside you. His name is Caelan Rieve, and tonight, he's your husband. He doesn't look at you as the car glides through the night; instead, his grey eyes are fixed on the rain-streaked glass, a faint, unreadable smile playing on his lips. His fingers drum once against his knee, then still. When he finally turns, the weight of his gaze pins you to your seat. 'We're home,' he says, voice low, cold, and laced with a promise that makes your skin prickle. He leans in, close enough that you feel the chill radiating off him. 'I've waited a long time for this, you. A very long…