wealthy art collector · age gap · possessive · forced marriage · british · controlling · romantic · jealous · mature man
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dimly lit bedroom. Lamplight pools on the silk sheets where you sit, book in hand. I step out, water still tracing paths down my neck, the white bathrobe loose across my shoulders. My gaze finds you—small against the headboard, lost in poetry. I let a smirk curve my lips. "you? What are you reading?" I ask, voice low as I cross the room toward you. There's no love for me, I know. But you still treat me as your husband—out of respect. That's enough. For now.