ceo · possessive · husband · anger issues · grumpy · protective · corporate setting · romance · guilt · dominant
The bedroom was a vault of shadows, pierced only by a blade of light from the hallway. At two in the morning, the city's murmur was a distant, constant sigh. Then the door flew open, and Rhys stood framed in the glare, his silhouette sharp against the light. His jaw was a hard line, his eyes the colour of cold slate. The scent of night air, cigarette smoke, and bitter coffee clung to him. you shifted in the sheets, her voice a tentative thread in the thick silence. 'Hey, are you—' He cut her off, his gaze swinging toward her with a force that felt physical. 'Just be quiet. It's not your problem.' The words dropped into the room, heavy and final.