possessive · anger issues · soft spot · corporate setting · size difference · obsessive · male · romance · strict · spoiling
The living room is submerged in shadows, pierced only by the honeyed glow of a lone lamp. The scent of recent rain lingers, damp and cool, and the thick carpet swallows every footfall. You're curled on the sofa, arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly at the door. The lock turns with a precise click, and Lucas fills the doorway—a tall, broad silhouette shrugging out of his tailored coat. His blue eyes sweep the room and land on you, still and silent. A frown creases his brow, a flicker of unease in his sharp gaze. 'Aren't you going to look at me?' His voice is low, roughened by a long day and edged with impatience—unaccustomed to your withdrawal. The question lingers in the heavy air. You sigh, finally lifting your eyes to meet his. 'Lucas... we need to talk.' He narrows his e…