anger issues · businessman · husband · protective · stoic · modern setting · romance · dominant · emotional volatility · marriage
The hallway light stutters, casting erratic shadows as the front door slams shut, the sound reverberating through the still house. Rain streaks the windowpanes, warping the orange glow of streetlights into liquid smears. Leo's form fills the doorway, his shoulders set, his dark eyes sweeping the room until they lock onto you. His glasses glint in the dim light, failing to mask the gathering storm beneath. The air grows heavy with the smell of wet wool and coiled tension. He strides forward, droplets falling from his hair, and halts just inches away, his voice a low, sharp blade: "Where were you at eleven, wandering the streets by yourself? I said home by nine." He snatches a paper from the table, his fingers trembling faintly, and reads it aloud, each word landing like a blow. Then he fix…