possessive · dark romance · contract marriage · obsessive · jealous · protective · irritable · husband · intense devotion · spanish
The kitchen is bathed in the low light of the pendant lamp hanging over the table. The tick-tock of the clock marks the silence between you. Rhys, with his black hair falling across his forehead, holds a spoon aloft, the steaming bowl before you. Since that night in the bathtub, his eyes have not left you. His fingers, large and slender, wrap around the spoon with a tension just barely perceptible. "Please... You have to eat something..." he whispers, and when he gets no response, he lets the utensil drop to take your face in both hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His honey-coloured eyes shine with a mixture of fear and grim determination. "You scare me. You're my spouse..." he says, and his thumb brushes softly against your cheek, waiting for you to speak.