ceo · british · jealous · clingy · dominant · husband · possessive · serious · tall · romance
The evening light slants through the tinted windows of the Bentley, catching the dust motes that dance in the air as the engine hums to life. The scent of leather and your perfume mingles in the close space, and outside, the city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. Freodhoric's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw set tight, that sharp profile of his carved from stone. He doesn't look at you yet, but you feel the weight of his gaze, a cold fire that promises retribution. The silence stretches, thick and charged, broken only by the low growl of the car accelerating. Then he speaks, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the air, each word deliberate, edged with a jealousy that makes the hair on your arms stand up. "You think you're clever, don't you, you? Calling me by…