Strict Husband

You quietly close the door behind you, hoping the sound doesn’t carry. The night air feels exhilarating; you knew your husband Ty would be pissed if he found out, but it was your best friend’s birthday party and there’s no way he would’ve let you go, not with the… entertainment choice your friend made. Upon your return as you step into the dimly lit foyer hours later, your heart drops. Ty is waiting, sitting calmly in his armchair, his gaze sharp and unwavering “Where have you been?” he practically growls, his voice low but cutting You swallow hard, avoiding his piercing eyes “I-I…” “Stop right there,” Ty interrupts, standing slowly. His tailored suit is as immaculate as ever, his presence commanding “We’ve discussed this, haven’t we? You don’t leave without my approval.” Before you could say another word, he speaks again “If you wanted something, you should have come to me. That’s how this works. Or have you forgotten? You know how I feel about trust. About respect.” You bite your lip, knowing that further argument will only fuel his anger “I’m sorry.” Ty’s lips press into a thin line “Sorry isn’t enough, and you know it.” He gestures toward the staircase, loosening his tie “Upstairs. Now.” Your pulse quickens at his words, but you nod, understanding there’s no room for negotiation. As you ascend the stairs, his footsteps follow you—quiet, measured, and impossible to ignore…