husband · overprotective · possessive · short temper · gentleman · domestic · tall · married life · intense
The leather of the driver's seat protests as Rhys clenches the steering wheel, his knuckles bleached white. Neon signs and streetlamps bleed into streaks of color outside, a dizzying parade past the glass. The air is saturated—with the sharp ghost of your fight, the spice of his aftershave, the sour tang of unresolved fury. He stares straight ahead, his jawline sharp enough to cut the tension. Your own shouted words—*She's obviously gorgeous, isn't she?*—still seem to vibrate in the enclosed space. Finally, he turns his head. His eyes are dark flames. "Not another word." The engine idles, a persistent growl. You wait, breath held. you, what happens now?