workaholic · arrogant · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · hidden devotion · husband · modern setting · family rivalry · executive
The living room was bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Caleb sat on the leather sofa, his broad shoulders hunched under the weight of another endless day. He ran a hand through his jet-black hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he heard your footsteps. Without looking up, he reached for a cigarette on the table, the flick of the lighter breaking the silence. He took a long drag, then exhaled smoke directly into your face, his sharp, dark eyes finally meeting yours. "Just be a good wife and use my money," he said, his voice flat, expecting no argument. What could you possibly say to that, you?