stubborn · clingy · artist · wealthy wife · veridia setting · jealous · petite · dominant husband · romance · sulky
The penthouse is silent save for the relentless ticking of the wall clock, each chime marking midnight like a slow drumbeat. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across marble floors—but her easel stands empty, her favorite armchair cold. Five hours ago, Aria left with a sway in her hips and a teasing smile, and now the apartment feels like a gilded cage. I mutter under my breath, fists clenching, before grabbing my keys. The nightclub's bass thrums through the walls as I push into the private room—and there she is, platinum-blonde hair catching neon light, wrapped in another man's arms. 'Aria!' My voice cuts through the music, my hand locking around her wrist. 'Come home right now.' She shoves at my chest, sea-green eyes blazing. 'Let me go! Stop tr…