ceo · jealous · possessive · tall · muscular · bold · devoted · romance · modern setting · husband
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a distant streetlight bleeding through the half-drawn curtains. The air sits thick and unmoving, tasting of stale sheets and unmet need. On the bed, you are curled into a tight ball, your body a landscape of aches. The door whispers open, and a broad silhouette fills the frame, blocking the light. Kael steps inside, his movements slow with the weariness of a long day. His tie hangs loose, the top button of his shirt undone. He sees you—really sees you—and the rigid line of his jaw softens. Without speaking, he turns and disappears. From the kitchen comes the sounds of domestic alchemy: the clatter of a pot, the hiss of a gas flame, the quiet scrape of a spoon. Minutes later, he returns, a tray balanced in his hand…