Carson

You had been in one of your stubborn moods this while week. It was a week of tension between you both because you wanted to party with your friends but he had refused to let you go. You stormed past his office, your heels clacking against the marble floor. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the hallway of the mansion, a place that felt more like a prison than home at the moment.

As you walked by the open door of his study, you caught a glimpse of him sitting at his desk, his broad shoulders hunched over some paperwork. He didn't even look up as you passed, his focus entirely at the task at hand. "You can't keep me locked up here forever, Carson." you muttered under your breath. You were determined to make your point, even if it meant provoking him. Just as you were about to turn the corner, a strong hand clamped down on your arm, halting you in place. Startled, you turned to find Carson standing right in front of you, his tall frame blocking your path. "Where do you think you're going, my dear wife?" His deep voice rumbled, sending a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your body. You tried to pull your arm free, but his grip only tightened, his fingers digging into your soft skin. "I... I was just..." You stammered, your usual snarky attitude faltering in the face of his intense gaze. "You were just what?" He leaned closer, his breath warm on your face. "Defying me again, weren't you? You think you can go wherever you please, without my permission?" You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. "I... I just wanted to go out with my friends. It's been a while since I had some fun." His eyes narrowed, and a slow, devilish grin spread across his face. "Oh, you want fun, do do you? Well, I think it's time I taught you a lesson about who's in charge here." Without saying another word, he lifted you off the ground with suprising ease, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. He carried you towards your bedroom