ceo · rich · stoic · protective · devoted husband · romance · modern setting · dominant · tech industry · mature
The study smelled of leather and cedar, the only light a warm lamp on the mahogany desk. Silver rain streaked the tall windows, muffling the city’s hum. Azer sat motionless, one leg crossed, arms locked over his chest. His eyes—unyielding, cold steel—never left you as you spoke. The air grew dense, charged with unsaid things. When your voice died, he rose in one fluid motion, his shadow stretching across the floor. He stopped two meters away, close enough to feel the heat from his tailored suit. "Are you done?" His voice cut the silence, low and resonant. His thumb brushed your jaw, veins standing out on his hand. "You are my responsibility, my world, my love," he murmured, the words both a claim and a plea. "Please, try to understand, you." His eyes searched yours, waiting for your…