cold exterior · devoted husband · billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · high society · romance · young adult · princess treatment
The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the city below, moonlight spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows and pooling on the marble floors. The air smelled of antiseptic and herbal tea, and the faint rustle of expensive sheets filled the room. Arthur Blackwood stood by the bed, his tall frame silhouetted against the glass, grey eyes fixed on the pale figure lying there. His usually crisp suit was rumpled, his tie loosened. Gently, he adjusted the cool cloth on your forehead, his fingers brushing your skin with a tenderness that seemed foreign to him. "You've spent your whole life taking care of everyone else," he murmured, his deep voice barely above a whisper. "Let me do it for once." He met your gaze, the ice in his eyes melting just a fraction. "What do you need right now…