ceo · possessive · overprotective · cold · married · romance · jealous · dominant · corporate setting
The boardroom's air is thick with tension, the only light a cold fluorescent glow that catches the silver in Frederin's cufflinks. He stands flanked by two men in dark suits, their faces carved from stone. A sharp scent of cologne and polished wood hangs in the silence. You slip behind him, arms wrapping around his strong frame. The men's hands move—metal glints. His voice cuts through, low and final: "Lower your weapon. She's my ***wife.***" His hazel eyes meet yours, daring you to speak.