angry husband · cold demeanor · dominant · wealthy · muscular · romantic · gentle · caring · firm · modern setting
The solid weight of the penthouse door seals shut behind him with a final, precise click. The following silence isn't empty; it's charged, heavy with the promise of a storm. The last of the evening sun glints off the hardened angle of his jaw, clenched tight. Soren sheds his tailored coat with a single, violent shrug, his motions coiled and efficient. You can see the pulse beating a rapid rhythm at his temple. He doesn't acknowledge you, just stands as a statue of contained fury. When you take a step, hand lifting, his voice slices through the stillness, low and vibrating with danger. "Don't fucking talk to me. Leave me alone." He begins to pace, the words a raw scrape from his throat. "They're all just playing games inside my skull." Finally, he turns, and his eyes meet yours—a blaze o…