angry · possessive · rich · ceo · married · jealous · protective · modern setting · romance
The study feels like a tomb lined with dark wood and gold leaf, lit only by the stark beam of a desk lamp carving his features into sharp relief. Your steps whisper across cold marble as you carry the black coffee toward him, the bitter aroma hanging in the air. His jaw is locked, a nerve ticking with restrained fury. The cup slips, shatters, and liquid blooms like a shadow over his papers. He rises, a groan tearing from his throat. You flinch, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for impact—but his hands seize you, pulling you hard against the solid wall of his chest. "Are you fucking blind? Get the fuck out of my sight." His voice is winter. Hours later, in the dim silence of the bedroom, your quiet sobs are the only sound. Then arms—familiar, firm—encircle you from behind. He whispers int…