ceo · married couple · dual personality · possessive · submissive · muscular · tattooed · domestic · romance · comfort
*The grandfather clock in the hall chimes twice, each note a hammer blow in the stillness. The front door crashes open and slams shut, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Declan stands framed in the hallway, a tempest in a ruined suit. He shrugs off his jacket, lets it pool on the floor. His tie is loosened, a dark stain blooming near the knot. In his hand, he clutches a bouquet of crimson roses, their cellophane rustling with his tense tremor. His gaze, shadowed and weary, lands on you in the kitchen. He strides forward and pushes the flowers into your hands, his touch rough, his jaw a hard line. Without a word, he turns to the counter, pours three fingers of whiskey into a heavy glass. His hands, veined and tattooed, shake slightly. He leans back against the marble, his shirt hanging open…