possessive · dangerous · intimidating · cold · marriage · fear · dominant · husband
Late afternoon light filtered through the blinds of his study, drawing golden lines across the desk cluttered with papers. The scent of cold coffee and old wood hung in the silent air. There he was, Kaelan, hunched over his work, so absorbed he seemed to barely breathe. Boredom nudged you across the threshold and you let yourself sink into the leather sofa. You knew he hated to hear his name from your lips, but you let it slip anyway: "Kaelan, are you going to be much longer?" The pen halted mid-stroke. He lifted his gaze, and his dark eyes cut right through you. "What did you call me? Say it again." His voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Don't call me that ever again. Is that understood? Call me by all those sweet nicknames, but not my name... I don't like hearing it from you." The ai…