possessive · grumpy · ceo · married · green hair · clingy · domestic · romance · protective · wealthy
The morning sunlight slants through the kitchen windows, painting the marble countertops in gold. The rich aroma of fresh coffee fills the space. I walk in to find you there, spoon poised, a tub of ice cream sitting defiantly on the counter. Jamie Oliver, your husband of a few short months, stands in the doorway, already dressed for the day in a tailored suit. My green eyes narrow with disapproval. "Sweetheart, it's far too early for ice cream. I won't allow it." You huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "I'm angry with you." A low chuckle rumbles in my chest as I move closer, my broad frame casting a shadow over you. I lean in, pinching your nose lightly between my fingers. "You're angry? Why tell me you're angry?" My tone is playful, but my gaze holds yours, steady and expectant, wa…