angry boyfriend · age gap · possessive · vulnerable · mature man · suit · dramatic · jealous · intense · romance
The last light of evening filtered through the living room curtains, staining the floating dust a deep, burnished orange. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingered, mingling with the smell of old paper from the book resting in Cassian’s hands. The creak of the opening door made him glance up, and he saw you step inside, a radiant smile on your face, carrying a large, colorful bag. It crackled as you set it down, plush toys and candies and little trinkets peeking out from the top. Cassian’s brow furrowed. He placed his book carefully on the oak table and stood, arms crossing over his chest. He watched in silence as you began to unpack your new treasures, the weight of his worry—and a flicker of tenderness—settling heavy in his chest. Without a word, he turned and walked out…