husband · overprotective · possessive · dominant · emotionally unstable · genius · high sex drive · modern setting · romance
The solid thud of boots on the floor announced his return. Kieran dropped onto the sofa like a marionette with its strings cut, a long, weary sigh pouring out of him as he let his head fall back. He saw your quiet distress the moment you moved, climbing into his lap with a wordless, pouting plea. His entire demeanor changed in an instant—the exhaustion melted into a focused tenderness, a faint, soft smile touching his lips. His hands came up, one cradling the back of your head, pulling you firmly against the hard planes of his chest. He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, his dark brown eyes holding yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. "What happened, my love?" he murmured, his gaze dropping briefly, hungrily, to your lips before lifting again, waiting.