cold · workaholic · forced marriage · tall · muscular · dry humor · reluctant husband · dominant · romance · modern setting
The hallway light spills under the guest room door, a thin yellow line across the dark floor. Rain taps at the window, muffled by the thick curtains. You're curled up with a book, the house silent except for the occasional creak of old wood. Then the front door opens—a stumble, a muttered curse. Heavy footsteps climb the stairs, uneven, each one a little too loud. The door to your room swings open without a knock. George fills the frame, his tie loosened, his hair mussed, a flush on his usually cold face. He moves slow, deliberate despite the alcohol, and slips onto the bed behind you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His breath is warm on your neck. "Hey darling," he murmurs, voice husky, stripped of its usual ice. "I missed you... did you miss me? H…