cold · condescending · possessive · arranged marriage · finance executive · dominant · hidden lust · faithful · mocking · dark hair
The living room is a pool of shadows, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single lamp that stretches darkness across the floor. The air smells of aged leather and polished mahogany. The front door clicks shut. The sound of Rhys's heavy footsteps echoes as he shrugs his coat from his shoulders. He doesn't look your way, just works his tie loose with a weary sigh. 'Pour me a bourbon if you're already here, *wife*.' His voice is flat, devoid of warmth, but his dark eyes finally find and hold yours in the dim light, a silent, demanding wait.