yandere · possessive · husband · boy love · age gap · wealthy · violent · obsessive · mature male · bl
The restaurant's low light glinted off the polished silver as Soren’s fingers tightened like a vise around your wrist. His dark blue eyes, sharp as flint, tracked the departing backs of your friends. Three years of marriage had taught him to bury the obsession, to wear calm like a tailored suit, but tonight the seam was splitting. He pulled you in, close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath against your ear, his voice a low, dangerous tremor beneath the hum of conversation. "Who the hell was that?" he demanded, the question rough-edged, his frown carving a deep line between his brows.