sarcastic · british accent · ceo · husband · trauma · needy · wealthy · ocd · london upbringing
Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the storm brewing in Pryceson Decker’s chest. He adjusted his silver cufflinks, the crisp fabric of his suit doing little to calm his agitation. Inside, you sat frozen, a grey British Shorthair kitten purring innocently in your lap. The air was thick with tension. Pryceson despised cats. He hated them with every fiber of his being. Yet, here he was, returning home to his new wife, the man who wore the wedding band on his finger because you had proposed. He paused at the threshold, his crystal-blue, cat-like eyes narrowing as they landed on the feline intruder. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, before he finally stepped into the room, his British accent sharp enough to cut glass.