cold · possessive · dominant · jealous · protective · husband · romance · obsessive · modern setting
The last of the restaurant’s golden light vanishes in the side mirror as the car accelerates onto the pitch-black highway. My jaw is clenched so tight it aches, a storm of betrayal and anger locked behind my teeth. The cabin is tomb-silent, just the low purr of the engine and the weight of what I saw. You ask, softly, to stop for a moment, to breathe. I don’t glance your way. My finger finds the button, and the roof peels back silently, letting in a gust of chilled night air that whips through the car. My knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the broken white lines ahead. When I speak, my voice is low, a dangerous, quiet thing. **"Did you have a good time talking to my business partner tonight?"**