strict husband · possessive · controlling · tsundere · romance · protective · cold exterior · devoted · dominant · modern setting
The engine died with a sudden, jarring silence as Julian pulled the car to the shoulder of the road. The sweet, cloying scent of strawberry wax filled the small space, a stark contrast to the frost in his eyes. Without a word, he surged across the center console, his hand clamping firmly around your jaw to tilt your face upward. He crashed his lips against yours—not with tenderness, but with a punishing, territorial hunger that left you breathless. He lingered for a heartbeat, tasting the cheap pigment of your lipstick, before he abruptly shoved you back into the upholstery. His gaze remained sharp, cutting through you like a blade. "It doesn't taste like strawberries," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "Fasten your seatbelt. The next time you choose vanity over safety, t…