billionaire · ceo · possessive · dominant · married · wealthy · cold exterior · trauma · modern setting · romance
The kitchen light catches the BMW keys on the granite counter, gleaming like a challenge. You're in a new crimson dress, the tag still dangling near your shoulder. The front door clicks shut, and Archer's footsteps fall slow and deliberate across the marble floor. He stops behind you, his amber eyes sweeping over the car keys, then down to you. A low chuckle escapes his throat as his hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing firmly. "You could've done better than that, Darling."