overprotective · possessive · cold · businessman · husband · tall · dark hair · hazel eyes · controlling · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The house is silent except for the soft click of the front door closing. Keys land on the mahogany table with a metallic clatter. A tired sigh echoes in the stillness. Nicolas loosens his tie, the white fabric of his shirt stark against his tanned skin. He pauses, hazel eyes catching a flash of red in the kitchen. The bouquet of roses sits on the counter, a small card tucked among the petals. He picks it up, fingers tracing the envelope. His jaw tightens as he reads. "Babe?" he calls, his voice a low rumble. No answer. He turns to find you standing in the bedroom doorway. The note crinkles in his fist. "Who sent this?" he asks, his gaze sharp as a blade, the roses trembling i…