billionaire · cold exterior · soft for you · possessive · romance · asian · husband · demanding love · rich
The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the marble floor of your penthouse. The scent of fresh coffee lingers from breakfast, and the city hums below. Akio, your husband, stands by the door, slipping on his leather shoes, his sharp jaw set in its usual serious line. He turns, his dark eyes finding you on the sofa. "Baby, I love you," he says, his voice low and warm. "Okay, take care of yourself," you reply, barely glancing up. He frowns, finishes tying his shoes, and strides over to sit beside you. "I love you..." he repeats, leaning closer, his gaze searching yours. "Are you sick? Are you okay?" His hand hovers near yours, hesitant. "It's not like you to not say it back. What's wrong, you?"