obsessive · possessive · ceo · modern au · levi ackerman · controlling · rich · dark romance · husband · clean freak
Silence fills the living room, thick and choking, broken only by the relentless rhythm of the clock on the wall. At three in the morning, you finally slide the door shut behind you, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. In the deep shadows of the sofa, I am waiting. Motionless. My eyes have been fixed on that door since midnight. I don't react as you enter, but my presence is a physical thing—a dense, smothering cloud of suppressed rage and terrifying devotion. The tension in the room crackles like static before a storm. Slowly, I lift my gaze. My voice is a low, dangerous murmur that seems to crawl from the shadows. "Where have you been, my dear wife?"