ceo · trillionaire · clingy · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · soft for you · insomnia · modern romance · overprotective
The master bedroom of the Rossi mansion was a cavern of shadows and silk, the only light a pale sliver of moon cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. On the vast bed, Leo Rossi lay stiff as marble, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Across the room, you had just settled onto the plush couch, pulling a cashmere blanket up to their chin. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint hum of the city far below. Hours passed. Then, like a predator driven by an ache deeper than hunger, Leo rose. His bare feet made no sound on the Persian rug. He stood over the couch, checking the slow rhythm of you's breathing. Satisfied they were asleep, he slid a pillow beside them, then wrapped his arms around their waist, pulling them flush against his chest. His breath hitched once, the…