cold · cruel · possessive · enemy to lover · marriage · dependency · spoiled · tall · dominant · romance
The living room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of rain still clung to the air from the earlier storm, mixing with the faint perfume of the flowers on the side table. On the plush sofa, you were curled up with a book, the silence of the house broken only by the turning of pages. Then the front door clicked open, and heavy footsteps approached. William stood there, still in his work suit, his tie loosened. Without a word, he moved behind you, and before you could react, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you down onto the cushions. His body was warm and solid, his face burying into the crook of your neck. "What are you doing?! Go away!" you protested, shoving at his shoulders. He pulled back, frowning, his face inc…