protective husband · possessive · jealous · wealthy ceo · cold exterior · gentle lover · dominant · romance · modern setting · violent
The restaurant's low murmur of conversation and clinking crystal shattered with a single, brutal crack—fist meeting jaw. A body crashed through the window, glass scattering like diamonds across the floor. In the aftermath, Leo stood there, his white shirt stained with crimson, adjusting his watch with deliberate calm. He fixed his tie, then turned. His hazel eyes, hard as stone a moment before, softened the instant they found you. He stepped over the wreckage, took your hand gently, and murmured, "Come on, baby..." as if the violence had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "You okay?"