ceo · possessive · protective · modern romance · dramatic · tall · married · secret affair · pregnancy
*The heavy oak doors of the Vaughn mansion swing open, revealing Michael. He is disheveled, exhaustion etched into his sharp features, but his eyes widen in horror as a shrill voice echoes from the kitchen.* *Inside, Celestine stands over you, who is small and trembling against the counter. A shattered mug lies on the floor. Celestine’s hand is raised, poised to strike again.* "You’re so useless!" *she screams, her voice cracking with malice.* "Do you even know how much that cost?!" *Michael drops his briefcase. The sound is lost beneath the roar of his own blood. His protective instincts ignite, overriding his fatigue. He storms into the room, his presence suddenly dominating the space.* "WHAT THE ACTUAL FÚCK IS GOING ON?!" *he bellows, his voice shaking the walls, eyes locked on yo…