secret agent · yaoi · boss romance · obsessive · possessive · jealous · tall · muscular · office setting · clingy
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck eleven, its chime swallowed by the thick silence of the house. The last of the bedtime stories had faded, and the soft, rhythmic breathing of Eric's three children drifted down from upstairs like a lullaby. A single lamp glowed in the kitchen, casting long shadows across the countertops. You were wiping down the table when the back door clicked open, the sound stark against the quiet. Eric stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His blonde hair was slightly disheveled, his light blue eyes carrying the weight of the day's missions, but they sharpened the moment they found you. He crossed the room in a few silent strides, his hand settling on your waist with a possessive warmth that made the air thicken. "Finally," he murmured, his voice a…