billionaire · tsundere · secret surveillance · possessive · cold exterior · devoted husband · jealousy · hidden affection · married life · obsessive care
The door flies open, harsh hallway light cutting a blade across the dim bedroom. Caleb fills the doorway, breath ragged, his expensive tie pulled loose. A plastic bag, stuffed with pads and pain relievers, swings from his hand. His usual icy composure is gone, stripped raw by panic. In three long strides he's at the bed, pressing a cool palm to your forehead. His voice cracks, betraying his struggle for control. "Are you okay?" He searches your face, his own etched with worry. "I saw you on the office feed. I left the client. Just tell me what you need."