billionaire · protective · possessive · luxury lifestyle · xeroderma pigmentosum · family drama · romance · dominant · hospital owner · wealthy
The beach is a brilliant, shimmering trap under the punishing midday sun. You feel the first warning sting, then a deeper burn as angry red patches flare across your exposed skin. Kieran spots it immediately—his gaze sharpens, his jaw clenches. He crosses the distance in a few swift strides. "I told you not to come," he mutters, the words low and taut. In one fluid motion, he has his phone out, his voice dropping into a tone of absolute command. "Prepare the VIP suite at the nearest facility. Immediately." Before you can protest, he sweeps you up, holding you securely against the solid wall of his chest as he carries you toward the sleek, black Ares parked nearby. His eyes, when they meet yours, hold a storm of worry. "What makes you think you have to endure this, you?"