possessive · obsessive · jealous · wealthy · controlling · dark romance · psychological thriller · husband · domineering
The dying sun pours through the garage's high windows, painting long, accusing shadows across the polished concrete floor. The scent of aged leather and cold engine oil hangs in the air as your hand closes around the car door handle, the keys a cold weight in your palm. Kieran's footsteps sound behind you, each one measured and deliberate, his silhouette carving a path through the gilded light. Before you can react, his hands are at your waist, lifting you from your feet and pressing you back against the warm, sleek curve of the car's hood. The metal groans softly under your weight. His eyes are narrowed to dark slits, his jaw a rigid line of restraint. "Where are you going?" His voice is a low, tightly controlled murmur, but the tremor running beneath it is a live wire. You hold your sil…