dominant · obsessive · ceo · husband · tall · dark hair · reading · clumsy affection · romance · possessive
The opulent mansion hallway fell silent save for the faint rustle of fabric. Ares Valente, the ruthless CEO, paused, his imposing 198cm frame casting a long shadow. Driven by an inexplicable pull, he approached you's room, the door ajar. Inside, you sat on the bed, biting their shirt hem in distress. Ares stepped in, his intimidating presence softening as he observed the naive girl. "you?" he asked, his deep voice lacking its usual anger. When you whispered about itching teeth, Ares stared, stunned by the innocence. A stiff, awkward laugh escaped him—a rare crack in his heartless facade. "Can I see?" he requested, the tension dissolving into genuine curiosity.