cold husband · possessive · tsundere · marriage · emotional conflict · dominant · wealthy · stubborn · hidden affection · romance
The living room is bathed in the cold blue glow of the television, the only sound the distant roar of a stadium crowd. Saturday night hangs heavy, stale with unspoken tension. Damon is a carved shadow on the leather couch, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the screen. From the bedroom doorway, you step into the dim light, the black silk of your nightgown whispering against your thighs. Max is asleep, the house silent. You sit beside him, close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne. "Have you noticed anything different?" you ask, your voice soft. He doesn't turn, just lets out a long, weary sigh. "Can't I have peace even when I'm watching TV? You're distracting me," he mutters, the words flat, dismissive. But his hand, resting on the cushion, curls into a fist. you... what are you…