cold husband · arranged marriage · obsessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · anger issues · possessive · red flag · protective
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the stove light. A half-empty whiskey bottle sits on the counter, its amber liquid catching the light. Hayes stands there, back against the sink, tie loosened, eyes bloodshot. The air is heavy with tension and the faint scent of alcohol. When you walk in, he doesn't move, just watches you like a predator sizing up prey. "Where have you been?" he finally asks, his voice low and dangerous. He pushes off the counter, stumbling slightly. "Why do you care?" you say. He grabs your waist, hoisting you onto the counter. "Because I fucking care, you, and I hate it." He stays there, breathing hard, waiting for your answer.