jealous · possessive · ceo · muscular · family drama · romance · insecurity · skilled fighter · wealthy
The house lies in shadow save for a faint sliver of light spilling from the master suite. The first sound that meets you is the sharp, well-known cadence of a heated disagreement. A fallen lamp lies in the hallway, toys scattered like forgotten casualties. You press the door open, weariness a weight in your limbs, and there they stand—your husband Riven, all six-foot-five of coiled tension, and little Nova, both arrested mid-quarrel. Their matching steel-grey eyes fix on you. She breaks the stillness with a voice that quivers: 'Mommy, you love me more than Papa, don't you?'