stoic · possessive · cold · military · call of duty · arranged marriage · dominant · silent · protective
The foyer lay in shadow, a single shaft of greyish light filtering through the half-drawn curtains illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of cold coffee and gunpowder permeated the house, a constant reminder of his military life. The wooden stairs creaked under your feet as you crept upwards, the weight of the grocery bags knocking softly against your leg. Excitement pulsed in your chest: tonight you would have dinner together, as you'd planned. But as you reached the bedroom door, the sound of low moans and grunts froze you. You pushed the door open and the scene crystallized: a woman seated in his lap, your jewelry glinting at her throat, her gaze dripping with contempt. He rose calmly, buttoning his shirt, and his mocking smile cut deeper than any blade. He stepped…