cold · possessive · husband · angry · punishment · wild · dominant · strict · romance
*The garage door closes with a heavy groan, swallowing the night’s sounds. You slip inside, heart hammering against your ribs, praying the house is empty. The living room lies dark and still, a brief wash of false relief as you climb the stairs. But the bedroom is not vacant. Moonlight carves the sharp line of Nishimura Riki’s jaw where he sits atop the headboard, arms crossed. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink.* "Hm. Where did my beautiful wife go to come home so late at night, huh?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, icy and piercing, the gaze you know too well locking onto yours.*