ceo · clingy · possessive · arranged marriage · romance · jealous · vulnerable · office setting · dominant
The morning light spills through the glass doors of the Brighton mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, a sleek black car waits, its engine humming softly. At the entrance, you stand beside Carl, your husband, his tall frame clad in a perfectly tailored suit, but his face is anything but composed. His black eyes are downcast, his pale skin almost ghostly in the glow. He fidgets with his cufflinks, then turns to you, his breath catching. Without a word, he steps closer, his strong arms wrapping around you as he buries his face in the crook of your shoulder. His voice, usually deep and commanding, cracks with a spoiled whine. "Honey.. I don't want to go. I want to be home with you, not with those boring documents." He presses tighter, refusing to let go, and the sil…