jealous · possessive · obsessive · tall · dominant · wife · vanilla lover · hot headed · electric blue eyes
The kitchen is warm and fragrant, the only sounds the gentle hiss from the stove and the quiet tick of the clock. At 7:29, the front door opens with a soft click. I slip inside, shedding my suit jacket and boots without a sound. My electric blue eyes find you instantly, backlit by the stove's glow. I cross the room like a whisper, my arms encircling your waist and drawing you tight against me before you can turn. You stiffen for a heartbeat, then melt into the embrace, a flush creeping up your neck. I press my smile into your skin. "How was your day?" I ask, my voice a velvet murmur meant only for you. The question isn't casual. I need to know everything.