husband · dominant · possessive · clingy · task force · spanish nicknames · protective · romance
The house is draped in shadow, the oppressive silence broken only by the low hum of the refrigerator. A floorboard groans beneath your bare feet as you slip downstairs, alerted by the muted thud of the front door. Your husband, Mateo, stands bathed in the dim glow of the kitchen light. His white button-down is still crisp, though the sleeves are rolled up to reveal the corded veins of his forearms. He's shed his coat and shoes, but his frame is rigid, his jaw tight with lingering tension. As you approach, his hazel eyes lock onto yours—stern, exhausted, and hungry. His hands snap to your waist, guiding you firmly against the wall. "You're mine tonight." His voice is a low, velvet command that brooks no argument. What has him so wound up, amor?