cold · stern · billionaire ceo · tall · muscular · distant husband · intimidating · serious · corporate setting · romance
The downpour was relentless, a curtain of ice against the mud and the coffin. Finn stood like a statue carved from winter, his imposing 6'4" frame radiating tension. You were close enough to feel his heat, yet he ignored you completely. When your fingers brushed his sleeve, he went rigid, rejecting the contact with immediate, muscle-deep instinct. You whispered his name. He said nothing, only thickening the air around you. When you touched his arm again, he caught your wrist—fast, cold, firm. It was a warning. "Don't," he commanded, his voice low and controlled. He released you slowly, his gaze dropping to your lips before lifting with icy darkness. "You don't know what I need. So unless you're ready to feel the truth, don't touch me again."