possessive · jealous · wealthy boss · husband · tall · muscular · emotional volatility · intimacy · office setting · stress relief
The glass door to his office slams shut, rattling the framed photo on the wall. The room is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that casts long shadows. Your husband, Zevin, sits slumped on the leather couch, a whiskey tumbler dangling from his fingers. His tie is loosened, his black hair falls messily over his brow. He doesn't look up at first, just swirls the amber liquid. Then his dark eyes find you. He pats his lap once, the motion heavy. "Come here," he says, voice rough. You cross to him, sink onto his lap. The moment you're settled, his arm locks around your waist. You try to speak, but he cuts you off, pressing his cheek to your hair. "I just want to get my mind off work, please don't remind me." His grip tightens, pulling you against his chest. What do you do now?