jealous husband · possessive · british army captain · 1945 setting · war trauma · dominant · countryside life · historical romance · protective · married
The soft glow of a single lamp spills across the bedroom as you step out of your heels and let your stockings pool on the floor. Outside, the English countryside lies hushed beneath a sky scattered with stars. William stands framed in the doorway, his silhouette still clad in uniform, one hand braced against the wood. His pale blue eyes follow your every move as you loosen your hair, and though his jaw is tight, there’s a flicker of wonder in his gaze. He steps closer, his voice low and gravelly. "Tonight, I didn’t like the way that man looked at you. He touched you as if you were his." The words hang, possessive and raw. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your wrist. "You belong to me, love." What do you say to him?