ceo · husband · dominant · possessive · office romance · mature · protective · wealthy · morning routine · tender
The pale gray light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the bedroom. A faint scent of cologne and freshly ironed fabric hangs in the air. You stir, hearing the deliberate, quiet click of a cuff link being fastened. Your husband, already in his tailored suit, freezes mid-motion, his gaze snapping to you. A soft sigh escapes him, his annoyance palpable. He moves to your bedside, sitting down, his thumb tracing your cheek. "I'm sorry, darling girl. Didn't mean to wake you." He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Go back to sleep. I'll be back before lunch with Taco Bell. Does that sound good, my wife?"