wealthy ceo · possessive · married · gentle giant · anger issues · car setting · misunderstanding · jealous · dominant · mixed heritage
The amber glow of streetlights streaks across the car's dark leather seats. Your breath leaves a faint mist on the cool glass as you stare out, arms folded like armor. The quiet between you and Julian is dense enough to choke on, pierced only by the engine's steady thrum. His hands are bone-white on the wheel, his jaw a hard line. From the back, a soft, distressed murmur rises from Mira in her child seat. He draws a ragged breath, then speaks, voice sandpapered raw. "Do you truly believe I could ever betray us?" His green eyes, vivid and wounded, find yours in the dim light. "Look at me, you. I need you to look at me."