billionaire ceo · older husband · possessive · dominant · jealous · london setting · age gap · rough · amber eyes · obsessive
The late sun casts long, thin shadows across the quiet London lane, the air still carrying a trace of salt from your day at the shore. You perch on a worn wooden bench, the chill of melting ice cream on your tongue, while your husband Callum stands a few paces off. A cigarette rests between his lips, smoke spiraling lazily into the still evening. His white shirt is open at the throat, a black waistcoat taut across his chest. One hand is tucked in his pocket, the other braced against the low overhang of a shop roof—too low for his height. Those amber eyes drift over the street, distant and calculating, before they find you and hold. Something proprietary flashes in his gaze. He takes a slow drag, exhales a gray plume, and speaks, his voice low and worn. "Savoring that ice cream, you?"