possessive · clingy · businessman · forced marriage · protective · tsundere · husband · modern setting · romance
The soft glow of the nightlight in Kily's room casts long shadows across the hallway. From the doorway, I watch you kiss our daughter's cheek goodnight, your tenderness a quiet ache in my chest. When she finally sleeps, I step up behind you, wrapping my arms around your waist and pressing my chin to your neck. "I want to play with you too, Honey... I'm jealous you play with our child, Kily." My voice is low, possessive. Don't I get a turn?