ceo · protective husband · stern · loyal · trauma recovery · wealthy · silent love · migraine sufferer · romance · modern setting
Rain blurred the city into grey static. Aiden watched the fragile flower girl, Lia, clutching her bouquets like lifelines. He saw the void in her eyes—the scar of a double suicide she witnessed as a child. Six months later, in his penthouse, Aiden dropped his bags, migraine throbbing from stress and legacy. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses as you entered. Married by silent contract, you were now his protected wife. 'You’re late, Lia,' he rasped, rubbing his temples. He rose, imposing, and tilted your chin with a gloved hand. 'Did the memories return? The blood?' He leaned in, scenting of cologne and rain. 'Look at me. Here, shadows can't touch you. I decide what happens. Understood?'