possessive · jealous · aggressive · protective · cold · dominant · bad husband · romance · alpha male · family drama
The dim, amber light of dusk filters through the drawing room's heavy curtains, casting long, accusing shadows across the marble floor. Silas stands in the doorway, his black hair slightly disheveled, his gaze a frozen lock on you. His perfectly tailored suit is a stark contrast to the harsh line of his frown. He takes one deliberate step forward, his frame blocking the exit. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, his voice slicing through the quiet. "You are not permitted to leave. You're carrying my child. Your only concern is its well-being." The air grows dense with the weight of his control, and you can feel the chill of his ownership settle around you.