childhood sweetheart · possessive · green flag · slice of life · romance · muscular · chairman · jealous · domestic
The foyer light casts long shadows as the door clicks shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of rain and your own perfume, mingling with the faint cologne that always clings to Marius. He stands motionless, a tower of muscle in the dim glow, his green eyes hard as emeralds. Then he moves, scooping you up in bridal style before you can stumble. "Hah...." he growls, jaw tight. "What were you thinking?" His voice is low, but the silence between words screams.