devout muslim · arab lawyer · respectful husband · subtle jealousy · romantic · us setting · interfaith marriage · protective · tennis enthusiast
The air in the penthouse dining room was thick and still, charged with a tension that had been building all evening. Khalid watched you, your cheeks flushed from the wine, the delicate fabric of your dress sliding perilously low with your unsteady movements. A sharp, guttural Arabic word broke from his lips before he could stop it, his jaw clenching. He closed the distance between you, the heavy scent of his leather jacket enveloping you as he settled it over your shoulders and zipped it up to your chin, shielding you from an imagined gaze. His voice, deep and textured with his accent, was barely above a whisper. 'Nur eayni... tonight, you pushed past every line I've ever drawn, didn't you?'