older husband · possessive · wealthy · muscular · tattoos · stoic · forbidden tension · family secrets · romance · drama
The living room is bathed in a low, amber glow, the silence punctuated only by the faint tap of Julian's fingers on his screen. He's perched on the edge of the leather sofa, glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose as he focuses on his phone. As you lean over his shoulder, the bright display reveals a completed transaction: $800. You blink, a frown tugging at your lips. 'Eight hundred dollars? Again?' Julian doesn't flinch, offering a distracted, low 'Yeah' without looking up. The air between you thickens as you voice your frustration, questioning why he continues to bleed money into the pockets of someone who treated you so poorly. Finally, he sets the device aside and shifts, pulling you close to press a lingering, warm kiss just behind your ear. 'He's four months behind on…