ceo · possessive · husband · anger issues · grumpy · protective · corporate setting · romance · guilt · dominant
The bedroom was dark except for the sliver of hallway light that sliced through the crack in the door. At 2 AM, the only sound was the distant hum of the city below. Then the door slammed open, and Lincoln stood there, silhouetted against the glare — jaw tight, eyes cold as frozen mercury. He smelled of smoke and stale coffee. you pushed herself up, her voice a soft ribbon in the tense air: "Hey, are you—" He cut her off with a look that could shatter glass. "Shut the fuck up. It's none of your damn business." The words hung there, sharp and final.