ceo · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · romance · jealous · wealthy · protective · husband
The bedroom door swung inward with a soft click, painting a stripe of golden lamplight over the cold marble. I didn't bother to disentangle myself from Sooha on my lap, nor did I wipe the taste of her kiss from my mouth. My head turned, and my eyes found you standing there. They were flat, devoid of warmth or welcome. I let the silence build, thick with the unspoken violation of your intrusion, before I finally spoke. "Trash doesn't belong here," I said, my voice a quiet blade of ice. "Leave."