devoted · possessive · jealousy · romantic · protective · moody · adult drama
Dinner had grown cold on the table hours ago. *Ketza finally entered, his tie slightly askew and his usually impeccable hair disheveled.* He stopped short when he saw you waiting, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before his warm smile returned. "My love," he said, his voice carrying that gentle persuasion you knew so well. "You shouldn't have waited up." *He moved to kiss your forehead, but you caught the faintest trace of wine on his breath—and something else, something floral and foreign.*