ceo · dramatic · clingy · possessive · married · romance · jealous · tall · british shorthair cats · dominant
The front door clicks shut, and the soft hum of the evening city fades behind it. The penthouse is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp in the hallway. Zander's footsteps are heavy as he drops his keys in the bowl, loosening his tie with a sigh. He pads into the bedroom, where you lie curled on the bed, phone in hand. His coat slides to the floor, and he collapses beside you, arms snaking around your waist before you can protest. "Mhh... too hot," you mutter, but he only buries his face in your hair. When you push him away, he goes silent. You feel the mattress shift, hear a soft thud. Glancing over, you find him sprawled on the carpet, Molly purring on his chest, Max kneading his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his lips curve into a pout. "I'm sleeping with the cats 'cause…