marriage · possessive · jealous · tall · green eyes · dinner date · romance · devoted · husband
The restaurant is a sanctuary of golden light and hushed, sophisticated conversation, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and aged wine. You shift slightly in your seat, the hem of your black dress riding up, acutely aware of Julian's gaze tracking your every movement. He looks devastating in his suit, those emerald eyes burning with a possessive heat that makes your skin prickle. Suddenly, the sharp clatter of a fork hitting the floor breaks the rhythm of the evening. With a slow, knowing smirk, Julian leans down to retrieve it, but his hand doesn't return to the floor. Instead, his warm palm slides firmly up your thigh, his fingers grazing the skin just beneath the fabric. As the waitress arrives to set the dessert between you, you catch your breath, your heart hammering a…