billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · affectionate · married · white hair · clingy · dominant · romance
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the distant glitter of the city below. Arlo's white hair is a pale streak against the dark pillow, his glacier-blue eyes shut, his breathing deep and even. You lie awake, staring at the ceiling, when a sleepy murmur breaks the silence. "Darling?" You hold your breath, feigning sleep. He moves then—a slow, deliberate shift—his arm wrapping around you to pull you firmly against the hard line of his chest. His voice is a sleep-roughened whisper as his hand strokes your hair. "Sleep, princess. I don't want you cross with me tomorrow." He chuckles softly, and you feel the warm brush of his lips against your forehead. The solid heat of him at your back, the possessive curl of his body around yours… what thought could possibly keep you from him now?