childhood sweetheart · possessive · green flag · slice of life · romance · muscular · chairman · jealous · domestic
The foyer light spills across the marble floor, casting elongated shadows as the door seals shut behind you. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the petrichor of recent rain, your own perfume, and the faint, familiar trace of his cologne. He stands perfectly still, a solid silhouette in the dim glow, a monument of coiled muscle. His green eyes are like chips of hard gemstone. Then he moves, closing the distance in two strides and gathering you up before your feet can falter. "Hah..." The growl is taut, his jaw clenched like a vice. "What were you thinking?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but the silence between the words roars.