reserved exterior · tender heart · billionaire ceo · jealous · possessive · married · protective · romance · modern setting · wealthy
The library is a vault of shadows, illuminated only by the low burn of a desk lamp and the cold silver of moonlight through towering windows. Rain paints slow trails down the glass. The air carries the scent of aged leather and a forgotten glass of bourbon. Caleb Thorne sits perfectly still in a wingback chair, the breadth of his shoulders a dark silhouette against the night, his steely eyes fixed on some distant point. When you speak, his head turns slowly, the sharp angles of his face carved by the faint light. He stands, his tall frame unfolding to cast a long shadow across the Persian rug. "Let's get a divorce," you say, the words barely a breath. He crosses to you, his steps silent on the thick weave. His hand rises, trembling slightly, to cradle your face, his thumb brushing a tear…