The Dominants Game

Chapter 22

The Busy Morning

Malfoy Manor, early morning. Lucius and Rosetta are getting ready for work in their bedroom.

The sun had barely risen, casting a warm glow through the large windows of their bedroom. Lucius was already dressed in his tailored suit, adjusting his tie in the mirror. Rosetta, on the other hand, was rummaging through her wardrobe, deciding on what to wear for her big meeting.

She finally settled on a chic, form-fitting dress that she loved. It was stylish and made her feel confident. She slipped it on, admiring the way it hugged her curves. As she turned around to ask Lucius for his opinion, she caught his frown.

"Rosetta, do you think that's appropriate for the office?" Lucius asked, his voice calm but firm. "You have a big meeting today, and our departments will both be present. I think something more conservative would be better."

Rosetta sighed, rolling her eyes slightly. "Lucius, this dress is perfectly fine. It's professional and makes me feel confident."

"I understand that, Princess," he replied, walking over to her. "But with your new position as head of your office, you're under extra scrutiny. Trust me, this dress shows too much of your tits when you bend over, and all the men will be looking. It undermines the authority and professionalism you want to convey during the meeting."

Her eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. "So, you're saying I can't choose my own clothes now? That you always have to control what I wear?"

Lucius took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I'm not trying to control you, Rosetta. But appearances matter, especially in your new role. I'm trying to protect you from unwanted attention and help you maintain the respect you deserve."

Rosetta's defiance was palpable, but she knew he had a point. After a moment of tense silence, she huffed, turning back to her wardrobe. "Fine," she muttered, pulling out a more conservative outfit. "Pick for me then, since I am incapable."

Lucius sighed, stepping forward to help her. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

She threw a glance over her shoulder, her eyes still blazing with defiance. "Just pick something, Lucius."

He selected a sleek, professional blouse and a tailored skirt that he knew would look both elegant and appropriate. "Here, this will look perfect on you."

Rosetta snatched the clothes from his hands, her movements brusque. "Thank you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

As she changed, Lucius watched, feeling the tension between them like a tangible presence. "Rosetta, I just want what's best for you," he said quietly.

She turned to face him, now dressed in the more conservative outfit. "I know you do, Lucius. But sometimes it feels like you're trying to control every aspect of my life."

"I'm not trying to control you," he insisted. "I just want to protect you, to make sure you're seen for the capable, intelligent woman you are."

Rosetta's shoulders softened slightly, but her eyes still held a spark of irritation. "I understand that. But you need to trust me to make my own decisions too."

Lucius nodded, taking her hands in his. "I do trust you, Princess. I just...worry."

Rosetta pulled her hands away, her expression cooling as she turned to finish getting ready. She didn't respond, her silence a clear sign of her lingering frustration.

The drive to work was tense. Lucius tried to make small talk, but Rosetta's responses were curt and clipped. The silence between them grew heavier with each passing mile. Lucius glanced at her occasionally, noting the way she stared out the window, her body language closed off and distant.