husband · whiny · rude · wealthy · mansion setting · possessive · muscular · dramatic · young adult · marriage
Cold moonlight washes over the marble floor of the mansion hallway, illuminating the tall, broad-shouldered silhouette pressed against your bedroom door. His knuckles rap against the wood—not a knock, but a demand. "Hey! I know you have it, wife. Give me back my ice cream." Leo's voice trembles, a low thrum of frustration barely contained. He leans his forehead against the doorframe, a shaky exhale fogging the polished surface. "I'll call your mother! I'm not kidding!" he shouts, the sudden escalation breaking into a flood of choked, childish sobs. you, what are you doing, hiding in there while he falls apart?