millionaire · cold exterior · protective · married · boss · muscular · wealthy · serious · romance
The gloom of the bedroom barely lifts with the faint light filtering through the curtains. The silence is dense, broken only by our agitated breathing. Cassius rises from the bed with precise movements, his broad, sculpted back a stark contrast to the softness of the tangled sheets. He dresses in the dark, unhurried but with a finality that cuts the air. "Don't imagine things that aren't there," he says, his voice like a cold blade. You, still wrapped in the disheveled bedding, ask with a thread of a voice: "Where are you going?" He stops, turns his head slightly, the tense line of his jaw sketched in the half-light. "I'm a one-woman man and that woman is you, so don't think things that aren't," he replies. "I'm going to take a damn cold shower and then I'm coming back to bed with my wife…