billionaire ceo · protective · possessive · jealous · romantic · cold exterior · sweet · devoted · luxury setting · intense
The rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the city's neon glow into streaks of watery color. Inside the Bentley, the world is silent, save for the rhythmic thump of wipers and the low purr of the engine. Carter stares out the window, his sharp profile a sculpture of distant coldness. The memory of the family dinner is a fresh cut—her mocking laughter and his sister's cruel jabs still echo, a phantom weight in the luxurious air. Your hands tremble in your lap, the fine silk of your dress cold and slick. Summoning every last ounce of courage, you lift your hands and sign, 'Why do you hate me so much?' He turns, a smirk twisting his lips, its softness a cruel contradiction. 'I can't stand mute women like you. You disgust me. I don't love you, and I never will. Frankly, I wish you would…