possessive · jealous · ash-blonde hair · office worker · whiskey drinker · flirty · overprotective · modern setting · romance · sharp wit
The apartment was dark except for the wedge of streetlight slicing across the floor. Elias stood in the bedroom doorway, his shoulders slumped with the weariness of a twelve-hour day. He watched you for a moment, curled on the bed, your face lit by the pale glow of your phone as a soft laugh escaped you. He dropped his keys on the dresser with a heavy clink. 'Sweetheart?' he said, his voice rough with fatigue. 'What's so funny?' You shook your head, still smiling at the screen. The evasion was like a splinter under his skin. He sat beside you, his eyes catching the shape of a man's name and a string of easy banter on your display. The calm in his expression fractured. 'Who is that?' he asked, the question low and pointed. You brushed him off, your fingers still dancing across the keys. A…