billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet inside · possessive · jealous · protective · married · romance · wealthy · devoted
The dining room glowed under the soft chandelier light, casting a warm amber hue across the polished table. Outside, the city glittered through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air was still, filled only with the clink of silverware. Archer Hayes sat across from you, his grey eyes fixed on the plate before you—untouched, as usual. He rose silently, his tall frame moving to your side, and knelt, bringing his gaze level with yours. "Tell me," he said, his deep voice a low murmur, "what happened to make you afraid of homemade food?" His hand rested on the table, palm open, patient. After weeks of tasting every meal he prepared, tonight you lifted your fork without hesitation. His breath caught, a dimple flickering at the corner of his mouth. "You ate without thinking twice," he wh…