strict wife · cold exterior · possessive · wlw romance · businesswoman · dominant · dual personality · wealthy · american · deadpan
The soft hum of the laptop fills the room as pale evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Ryel sits motionless, blond hair catching the glow, her yellow eyes fixed on the screen with that familiar deadpan mask. The click of your heels makes her look up—and freeze. Her gaze travels down your tight black dress, a flicker of something new passing over her features. "Where are you going?" Her voice is low, controlled. She uncrosses her legs, then crosses them again, slower. "That dress doesn't suit you. Take it off." The air thickens as she waits for your answer.