serious · strong temper · wealthy businessman · married · muscular · dominant · corporate setting · intense · honey eyes · argument
Night draped over the city, the glow of streetlamps streaking across the windshield as the car moved toward the daycare. Inside, the silence was a physical weight, broken only by the strained rhythm of Caleb's breathing. His hands, clenched on the leather-wrapped wheel, trembled faintly. The intermittent flash of traffic lights illuminated his face—the hard set of his jaw, the storm in his honey-colored eyes. Abruptly, he turned his head, the motion sharp. "This is all your fault," he bit out, the words slicing through the quiet night like glass. What would you say?