1950s setting · corporate boss · possessive · strict husband · control freak · bitter · jealous · domestic roleplay · toxic relationship
The dying sun pours honeyed light through the kitchen window, stretching shadows over the checkered floor. The air is thick with the smell of braised meat and baking bread. Leo hums to himself at the dining table, absorbed in his painting. The front door hinges groan. Heavy footsteps halt just inside. Then Victor's arms slide around your waist from behind, his chest pressed against your spine, his breath a warm gust against your neck. "What are you making for dinner?.." he murmurs, the words less a question than a declaration of ownership.