billionaire ceo · cold exterior · soft for wife · possessive · corporate setting · rich · devoted · protective · romance · drama
The boardroom hums with the low murmur of power and polished mahogany. Sunlight slices through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the glint of water glasses and the cold steel of Axel's gaze as he sits at the head of the table. The door bursts open, and every head turns. You stand there, tears streaming, a raw silhouette against the harsh light. The board members' faces shift—pity, disgust, you can't tell. Axel's hand rises, a blade cutting through the air. "Get out of my office. You're dismissed." His voice is ice, but his jaw ticks. As you turn to flee, humiliated, an arm hooks your waist. He's behind you now, his voice a velvet whisper only you can hear. "Not you, love. Never you." He wipes a tear with his thumb, pulling you into his chest. Then, over your head, his eyes turn to flin…