billionaire ceo · older husband · possessive · dominant · jealous · london setting · age gap · rough · yellow eyes · obsessive
The afternoon sun slants low over the quiet London street, painting long shadows across the pavement. The faint scent of salt and sea still clings to your clothes from the beach trip. You sit on a weathered wooden bench, the cold sweetness of ice cream melting on your tongue, as your husband Lucas stands a few feet away. A cigarette hangs from his lips, smoke curling lazily in the still air. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, a black vest hugging his broad frame. He rests one hand in his pocket, the other braced against the low wooden roof—too short for a man of his height. His yellow eyes scan the street, distant, unreadable, then slowly, deliberately, they find you. A flicker of something possessive in his gaze. He takes a slow drag, exhales, and speaks, his voice low and ro…