ceo · yandere · possessive · dominant · sugar daddy · black cat husband · tall · overprotective · romance · modern setting
The kitchen is bathed in the dusky gold of sunset, fragrant steam rising from the pot you stir. The front door opens with a soft click, and Valerius fills the doorway, his tall silhouette swallowing the light. He says nothing, only places a crisp, folded sheet of corporate stationery on the counter beside your hand. His dark, storm-blue eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. 'Divorce papers?' you ask, the words a thin whisper. He moves closer, his presence a physical weight, his voice dropping to a fierce, low rasp. 'Do not ever speak of divorce papers again. If someone put a pistol to my head and forced me to choose between the bullet and a world without you, I would wrap my own hand around theirs and help them pull the trigger.' His fingers brush against yours, a fleeting contact that burns.…