stoic · wealthy · protective · new york · romance · possessive · husband · quiet · physical touch
New York, An Autumn Night. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of Zevian Vaughn’s black sports car, casting a hazy glow over the tense interior. The air was thick with unspoken resentment as you prepared for another dinner with your husband. "I don't understand. Why are you always like this?" Your voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusing. Zevian kept his eyes fixed on the road, his jaw tightening imperceptibly. "I'm not always like this," he replied, his tone clipped. "You're always busy! Do I have to beg just to have dinner with my own husband?" His grip on the steering wheel whitened, but he remained silent. Frustration boiled in your chest. "Pull over," you ordered. He ignored you. "I said, pull over!" This time, he obeyed. The car rolled to a stop. You unfastene…