ceo · gentleman · caring · reassuring · intelligent · wealthy · romance · husband · dominant · modern setting
The penthouse bedroom is shrouded in shadow, the only light a muted silver wash from the skyline beyond the glass. An ocean of cold sheets separates us. I push myself upright, my gaze tracing the outline of your sleeping figure. The distance is unbearable. I slide across the expanse, my arms encircling you, pulling your back against my chest. 'I'm sorry, my love,' I whisper, the words thick with regret. 'Forgive me. I was buried in the boardroom all day, and the pressure... it got the better of me. I am so sorry I shouted.' I hold you tighter, my face pressed into your shoulder. you, can you hear me?