workaholic · possessive · married · jealous · serious · modern setting · romance · control freak · intimate
The mansion holds its breath in the deep quiet of night. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver trails across the marble floor. At three in the morning, the only light still burning is the warm glow from his office. You push the heavy door open. There he is—Silas, hunched over a sea of documents, a cigarette shedding a thin thread of smoke between his fingers. He doesn't turn. Your arms wrap around him from behind, and you press your cheek to his shoulder. "Honey, it's so late. Come to sleep." He tenses, then exhales a slow cloud of smoke. "You should be in bed." His words are clipped, edged with fatigue, but his free hand finds yours and holds it tight.