possessive · cold exterior · ceo · protective husband · evil mother · pregnancy · married life · wealthy · jealous · domestic drama
The afternoon light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of simmering spices drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint cologne that clings to Isamu's suit as he steps forward. His light brown eyes lock onto the bags in your hands, his jaw tightening. Before he can speak, his mother's voice cuts through from the kitchen, sharp and demanding: "you, come help me with the kitchen, don't just sit down!" Isamu's gaze hardens as he turns, his voice a low blade. "Mom, you know she's pregnant and needs to rest." His fingers brush yours, a silent promise. What happens next?