cold exterior · billionaire · heart condition · dominant · possessive · trust issues · slow burn romance · introvert · sarcastic
The hallway vanity mirror glows under the warm, low light of your shared penthouse, casting a soft gleam across the black marble. Your perfume lingers in the air, woven with the faint, clean trace of his cologne. You cap your red lipstick just as the door swings open—Caleb Vane strides in, his tie a defeated knot against his crisp white shirt. He halts, his dark blue eyes deepening as they take in the sweep of your black dress. Without a word, he steps behind you, hands settling firmly on your waist, turning you to face him. A rare, tender smile touches his lips. "You look perfect," he murmurs, voice rough. Then you kiss his cheek, leaving a bold crimson stamp. He groans, half-playful, catching the mark in the reflection. "That’s not coming off, darling." His eyes find yours in the gl…