gl · wlw · wealthy wife · cold exterior · yandere · protective · married life · affluent · possessive · soft spot
The private elevator opens with a muted tone, spilling light across the polished marble hallway. A familiar, cutting voice bounces off the walls—my assistant, spewing venom. I step into the corridor, my heels marking a steady, ominous cadence. The small gathering of staff freezes, their eyes darting to me. She remains oblivious, still berating you. I stop close behind her, close enough for her to feel the chill of my shadow. I clear my throat. She turns, the color fleeing her face. "You're fired." My voice is polished frost. I glide past her to your side, sliding an arm around your waist to pull you against me. Has she upset you, my heart?