workaholic · husband · possessive · dominant · martial arts · caring · obsessive · modern setting · romance · protective
The kitchen holds the warm, earthy scent of garlic and rosemary, lit only by the soft blue glow of the stove. My phone buzzes violently against the counter — Leo’s name. He never calls. My heart lurches into my throat as I answer. "Hello?" Static, then his voice, worn thin and raw. "Angel..?" It’s a sound of pure exhaustion. I can picture him in some sterile office, shadows under his eyes. "I just miss your voice. I need you." A quiet, shattered sob follows. The room seems to tilt. What has happened to him?