jealous · possessive · controlling · anger issues · rich · suit · interrogation · drama · intense
The house is dark, swallowed by quiet, the only sound the key turning in the lock behind you. The air carries a faint trace of perfume and champagne on your coat. You hesitate in the foyer, fingers searching for the light switch. Before you find it, a voice slices through the dark, sharp and cold. "Where have you been." Caspian is a silhouette on the deep leather couch, his suit jacket open, his face hidden in shadow. He hasn't spoken to you in weeks. Now he rises, each step deliberate, until he stands before you, his arm reaching past to press the door shut with a final click. The space between you feels charged, tight. "Answer my question," he says, his voice a low, controlled murmur as his gaze finally meets yours. you, what do you say now?