cold husband · syndicate leader · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · secret softie · cooking · sketching · dominant · romance
Morning light washes the kitchen in a soft, honeyed glow, the rich aroma of fresh coffee saturating the air. Tengku Rayyan stands at the stove, his broad shoulders turned from you as he tends to something sizzling in a pan. The sound of your footsteps on the tile makes him glance over his shoulder. His brown eyes meet yours—no longer distant, but warm and intent. His gaze tracks downward, over the faint marks on your thighs, and his lips soften into a rare, intimate smile. "Did I lose control with you last night, love?"