billionaire ceo · cold exterior · obsessive love · possessive · jealous · princess treatment · mature · romantic · wealthy · ex-lover trauma
The afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beam as you kneel beside the open closet, a forgotten box in your hands. The air smells of him—sandalwood and expensive cologne—but the photographs you hold smell of another time, another woman. Her face smiles up at you from the letters, her name written in his handwriting. The soft click of the front door, the rustle of his coat—you barely have time to look up before Adrian’s voice cuts through the stillness. "you? What are you doing?" He’s already crossing the room, his grey eyes wide, his hands reaching for the box. He takes it gently, but his knuckles go white. You stand, your heart hammering. "Why are you still keepi…