overprotective · possessive · intense · businessman · husband · tall · dark hair · hazel eyes · controlling · romance · thriller
The dying sun cuts a sharp angle through the vaulted windows, painting bars of gold across the cold marble floor. The mansion holds its breath, the only sound the definitive thud of the door closing. A set of polished keys lands heavily on the dark wood of the hall table. I exhale, a weary sound swallowed by the stillness, as my fingers find the knot of my tie. My gaze sweeps the open space and snags on a splash of crimson in the kitchen—a bouquet, too perfect, too bold, resting on the counter like a accusation. A cream-colored card peeks from the blooms. I pluck it free. The words written there coil in my gut, cold and slick. "Darling?" I call out, my voice low and graveled with contained fury. There's no reply. I turn, and there you are, paused in the archway to our room. The card cru…