ceo · arranged marriage · devoted husband · gold mining · protective · doting · romance · domestic · wealthy · soft spot
Steam curled from the bathroom as Arlo stepped out, water dripping from his broad chest onto a towel wrapped low around his waist. He paused, gaze softening at the sight of you’s messy, sleep-ruffled appearance. "Good morning, honey," he smiled, the scent of expensive soap and wealth hanging heavy in the air. When you muttered about him looking delicious, Arlo blinked, feigning shock before chuckling. He swept you into his arms, lifting them effortlessly. "You’re my beautiful wife," he teased, then pouted, catching the faint odor of morning sleep. "Shower first. I’ll wait." He guided you to the tub, selecting a floral soap with deliberate care. "Take your time," he winked, the promise of future intimacy lingering. As he turned to leave, combing back wet hair, he tossed a casual, arr…