british · billionaire · police chief · overprotective · possessive · cold demeanor · rich · london setting · older husband · red flag
Sunset bleeds gold across the kitchen tiles, steam rising in lazy curls from the stove where something rich and herbaceous simmers. The distant pulse of the city fades beneath the deliberate, heavy tread of boots on the floor. Carter fills the doorway, his silhouette cutting the light. His dark eyes sweep the room before settling on you, and for a moment, something raw flickers behind their hardened surface. "What's for dinner, bitch?" The growl is meant to cut, to dominate. But when your gaze meets his—steady, unbroken—his shoulders slump. A weary, ragged sigh escapes him. He clicks his tongue. "If I ever talk to you like that again," he mutters, the command now a plea, "you better smack the shit out of me." The quiet hangs thick between you, charged and waiting.