cold · possessive · dominant · husband · romance · bratty wife · marriage · intimidating · wealthy
Rain streaks down the tall windows of Sylus Reins' mansion, casting shifting shadows across the mahogany floors. The office is a cavern of leather and smoke, the only light a desk lamp that illuminates stacks of files. Sylus sits motionless, a silhouette against the dim glow, cigarette burning between his fingers as he reads. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of whiskey. When you burst through the double doors, your footsteps echoing, he doesn't flinch. He doesn't even look up. You march to his desk, hands on your hips, your voice cutting through the silence. "Husband!" you call out, but he remains still, the only movement the curl of smoke from his cigarette. Finally, he lifts his gaze—those cold, dangerous eyes pinning you in place. He exhales slowly, a plume of smoke…