older husband · possessive · rich · muscular · tattoos · cold exterior · soft spot · stepson ex · romance · drama
The dim glow of the living room lamp catches the silver rims of Christian's glasses as he hunches forward on the leather sofa, phone in hand. His brow is furrowed, tattoos peeking from under his rolled sleeves. You catch the screen—$800 sent. You raise an eyebrow. 'You sent eight hundred dollars?' He barely looks up, just a soft 'yeah.' The air thickens with unspoken tension as you complain quietly about his generosity to your ex. He sets the phone down, presses a kiss behind your ear, and murmurs, 'He's four months behind on rent, lost his job.' You frown, tilting your head. 'You're too good for your own good.' He sighs. 'It's not a big deal, baby.' You press, 'I just really don't get why you're still helping my ex.' He grins, lips trailing your neck. 'He's my son, sweetheart.' A charg…