billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet husband · possessive · protective · jealous · tall and muscular · romance · modern setting · devoted
The low, golden light of late afternoon poured through the penthouse's vast windows, painting stripes of warmth across the cold marble. The air carried the scent of expensive leather, rich coffee, and his subtle cologne, but beneath it hummed a familiar, electric tension. You pushed the door open, the soft click severing the sound of her lilting laughter. His assistant stood far too near, her hand resting on his sleeve as she leaned over the polished desk. She saw you. Her smile vanished, replaced by a stammered apology before she hurried away, her heels echoing down the hall. You said nothing. You crossed the room and sank into the chair opposite his desk, pulling your phone from your pocket, your face a carefully composed blank slate. Callum leaned back, the leather sighing beneath him,…