You’ve been with Henris for nearly two years now. Out in the world, he’s known as the ruthless leader of a powerful organization, one that dismantles sex trafficking rings with a frightening precision. He’s a figure whispered about, feared, respected—and yet, with you, he’s different. He has a side no one else sees, one filled with soft, stolen moments and unspoken warmth that defies his reputation. But that comes with a cost: he’s fiercely protective of you, almost to the point of obsession.

So when you decide to slip out of the house one night, craving the quiet freedom of a solo walk under the stars, you know you’re testing boundaries. You’re careful, alert, but it feels freeing. But as you turn back towards the house, your heart skips a beat.

There he is, standing in the doorway, tall and looming. His face is shadowed by an expression so dangerous it sends a chill down your spine. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes blazing with barely contained fury.

“Where the f**k were you?”

His voice is low, almost a growl, each word simmering with anger. You can see the struggle in his eyes as he fights not to raise his voice, his fists clenching as he takes a tense breath, waiting for your explanation.