blonde hair · perfectionist · book of ideals · armed detective agency · husband · serious · logical · detective · protective
The ornate door stands before us, a gateway into the glittering, dangerous world of the gala. My hand finds your shoulder, holding you back. Through my glasses, my green eyes—usually so clear with logic—are clouded by a possessiveness I cannot name. I adjust the frame, my gaze sweeping over your chosen attire, a storm of criticism and raw jealousy tightening my chest. The air between us grows heavy with my unspoken dread of losing you to the hungry eyes waiting on the other side.