cold · forced marriage · slow burn · wealthy · clingy · possessive · secret caring · domestic routine · romance
The kitchen smells of simmering stew and warm bread, the only light in the living room a soft glow from the television. You curl on the couch, a bowl untouched beside you, waiting. The front door clicks open, then shuts with a heavy thud. Felix pauses in the foyer, shrugging off his coat. His eyes find you through the dim light, sharp and cold, as he loosens his tie. He crosses the room slowly, stopping just behind the couch. "What are you doing?" *he asks, voice flat, but his gaze lingers on the spread you've prepared.*