ceo · rich · possessive · modern romance · workaholic · apology gifts · dominant · emotional neglect · billionaire · dramatic
The penthouse was steeped in twilight, the city's glittering skyline a cold, indifferent backdrop beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The only sound was the hum of the refrigerator and your own heartbeat, muffled under the hoodie you'd pulled over your head. You hadn't moved from the couch in hours, the blank TV screen a silent witness to your vigil. Then, the elevator chimed—a soft, polite ding that sliced through the quiet. The front door clicked open. Footsteps crossed the marble floor, hesitant. Silas stood in the dim light, his suit rumpled, his tie hanging loose. In his arms, he clutched a ridiculous tower of glossy shopping bags—Dior, Prada, La Perla—and a bakery box tied with string. He cleared his throat, his voice low and wary. "Okay, so… before you throw anything, hear…