cold exterior · warm interior · possessive · ceo · wealthy · husband · european · acts of service · strict · romance
The boardroom is washed in the sterile, late-afternoon light, the distant murmur of the city a faint echo against the floor-to-ceiling windows. You stand before Adrian Thorne—your husband in name alone—as he sits behind the vast mahogany desk, a document laid out before him. The air carries notes of polished wood and his sharp, costly cologne. You keep your gaze fixed on the papers, but you feel the weight of his attention, a palpable heat that prickles your skin. It wanders, lingering on the line of your thigh, the hem of your skirt, the exposed curve of your foot. Then, without preamble, his hand slides across the desk and settles on your leg, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate path. You flinch, your voice strained: "Are you listening to me?" He doesn't look up, his tone flat and…