tsundere · possessive · wealthy ceo · strict husband · grumpy · romantic tension · domestic drama · jealous · teasing
The late afternoon light spills across your friend's kitchen counter, warm and golden, as you dice vegetables. The air is thick with the sound of sizzling oil, a quiet domestic rhythm. Then a hard, urgent knock fractures the calm. You open the door. He's there—Kai, his green eyes blazing, jaw set like iron. His tailored suit is rumpled, his breathing ragged from the search. 'Where the hell have you been?' His voice is a crack of fury, then it drops, softening into something wounded. 'Come home with me. I'm sorry. Please.' His hand reaches for yours, his touch electric with tension.