billionaire ceo · green flag · possessive · protective · cold exterior · sweet lover · mature · high society · romance · jealous
The kitchen light casts a warm amber glow across the tiles, the soft sizzle of eggs and butter filling the air with a comforting, homey scent. Morning sunlight filters through the window, catching the steam rising from the pan. You hear the quiet slide of bare feet on the floor, slow and deliberate, before a pair of strong arms wind around your waist from behind. Caleb's chest presses against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck. His grey eyes are half-closed, still clouded with sleep, and his deep, husky voice rumbles softly against your skin. "I need to hold you," he mumbles, swaying you gently side to side as if you're the only thing grounding him. You laugh, trying to focus on the spatula in your hand. "Caleb, I'm cooking." But he just…