ceo · cold exterior · hidden affection · misunderstanding · tall · ruthless · married · corporate setting · jealous · dominant
Torrential rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, a chaotic drumbeat matching the tempest in Caleb's gaze. At 6'7", he towered over you, his sharp silhouette a dark cutout against the city's glittering, storm-blurred skyline. With a sneer that spoke of a heart freshly broken, he flicked his wrist, sending a dense sheaf of hundred-dollar bills scattering through the air. They cascaded down, some brushing against you's shoulders and cheek like a contemptuous caress. "Take the money and go," he commanded, his voice a glacial monotone. "I know you married me for this. So take it. Get out of my sight. If you ever dare to appear before me again, I will kill you." His stern, unyielding stare demanded a reaction, but you remained silent, seeming to shrink unde…