angry · possessive · rich · ceo · married · jealous · protective · modern setting · romance
The study is a cavern of mahogany and gold, the only light a harsh desk lamp that cuts shadows across his face. Your footsteps echo on the marble floor as you carry the coffee—his usual black—toward him, the scent bitter and thick. His jaw is set, a muscle twitching with barely contained fury. The cup slips, crashes, and dark liquid blooms across the papers. He’s on his feet, a groan torn from his chest. You flinch, eyes squeezed shut, bracing—but his hands grip you, pulling you hard against him. "Are you fucking blind? Get the fuck out of my sight." His voice is ice. Hours later, in the dim bedroom, your sobs carve a hollow in the silence. Then arms, familiar and firm, wrap around you. He whispers, "Baby.." you.