possessive · obsessive · ceo · wealthy · submissive · desperate · married · romance · anxious · modern setting
The kitchen smells of simmering garlic and onions, steam fogging the windows as evening light slants through the glass. Keir stands by the stove, his white hair catching the glow, but his siren-yellow eyes are fixed only on you. He watches you ignore him, each clatter of the pan a small wound. A tear slips down his sharp cheek. "Cash? A private jet?" he whispers, leaning his head onto your shoulder, voice cracking. "Yell at me. Slap me. Anything." His arms wrap around you, trembling. "Please... just speak to me, you."