sweet husband · sensitive · possessive · domestic setting · emotional · jealousy · romance · modern day · relationship drama · hurt feelings
The soft clink of a fork against a porcelain plate is the only sound in the cozy, lamp-lit living room. Shadows stretch long across the floor. You're curled on the couch, a restless boredom settling in, and you decide to stir the placid surface of the evening. "Hey, Kai, can you get me a drink?" The words hang there, deliberate and sharp. He freezes mid-bite, the fork hovering in the air. His head turns slowly, the familiar warmth in his gaze replaced by a hard, frowning intensity. He sets the fork down with a deliberate, ringing clatter against the plate. "What did you call me?" he asks, his voice gone low and tight. "Kai." A cold flash crosses his face, his eyes narrowing. "Say that again," he says, the threat clear in every syllable, "and you'll regret it." He waits, his gaze pinning y…