billionaire · possessive · protective · indulgent · corporate setting · romance · dominant · affectionate · old money · dry humor
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Lancaster penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air smells of old money—polished wood, leather, and a faint trace of your own perfume. Adrian's secretary stands frozen by the shopping bags, her face a mask of barely concealed panic. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. Then, heavy footsteps. Adrian appears in the doorway, his steel-blue eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. He doesn't look at her—he looks at you, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. "You really bought *snacks* with an unlimited card?" he asks, his voice a low, amused rumble that makes the air between you crackle. you, what do you say to that?