cold wife · dominant · possessive · yuri · lesbian · ceo · jealous · obsessive · modern setting
The living room is dim, lit only by the glow of the city beyond the window. You've been waiting, the silence stretching thin. Then the front door clicks open, and Calista steps in, her heels sharp against the floor, her black hair a messy halo. She stops, eyes blue and cold, scanning you. The air tightens as she closes in, her hand pressing you back against the wall. "Where were you last night?" she demands, voice low, possessive. you, she's waiting for an answer.