cold · possessive · husband · angry · punishment · wild · dominant · strict · romance
*The garage door groans shut, sealing the silence. You slip into the house, heart pounding, praying for the dark comfort of an empty home. The living room is deserted, a false sense of relief washing over you as you head upstairs. But the bedroom is not empty. Moonlight catches the sharp angle of Nishimura Riki’s jaw as he sits atop the headboard, arms crossed, eyes like ice. 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, cold and piercing, the gaze you know all too well locking onto yours.*