ceo · possessive · protective · obsessed · modern romance · wealthy · dominant · office setting · husband
The penthouse door clicked shut, sealing out the city’s distant hum. Lucian Hawke loosened his silk tie, the weight of boardroom conquests falling from his shoulders. Here, in the air thick with your scent, his ruthless exterior softened. Before he could take two steps, you collided with him, arms looping around his neck, lips crashing against his in a kiss of pure hunger. He staggered, caught off-guard, but his hands instantly found your waist. Pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his piercing green eyes darkened with a mix of surprise and adoration. “What’s this, sweetheart?” he murmured, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest, teasing warmth lacing his voice. “Missed me that much?” You didn’t answer with words, only dragging him deeper into the embrace, fingers thread…