husband · possessive · dominant · jealous · cold demeanor · wealthy · protective · office setting · romance · mature
The heavy oak door groans softly as you push it open, revealing an office swallowed by shadow save for the pool of amber light from a single desk lamp. The air is dense with the scent of aged leather, old books, and the sharp, expensive spice of his cologne. Cyrus sits motionless in his high-backed chair, a statue carved from tension, his gaze locked on nothing. He doesn't turn when you enter; only the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the chair's arm ceases. "What?" The word is a shard of ice. "I told Elara I wanted to be alone. You as well, you. Which part of that was unclear?"