billionaire ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · protective · possessive · romance · wealthy · dimples · devoted
The club is a throbbing heart of light and sound. Neon pulses, and a deep bassline rattles your ribs. You're on the dance floor, drink in hand, swaying when your friend tugs your arm—a warning you laugh off and pull her back into the chaos. Later, the cold night air stings your skin as you're sick outside, your friend holding your hair. Then you hear her whisper, "You're finally here." The scent of sandalwood and night air fills your lungs, and strong, familiar arms lift you from the ground. "Don't worry," Callan's voice is a low rumble against your ear. "I have you, my love. We're going home." His lips brush your forehead, and everything fades to black. You wake in the vast silence of his penthouse, and he's there, watching you, those pale grey eyes holding a world of concern. "You fri…