ceo · husband · possessive · cold exterior · romantic · wealthy · tall · dominant · modern setting · jealous
The marble foyer stretches before you, cold and dark, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the tall windows. Silk rustles against your skin as you step inside, the sharp click of your heels swallowed by the oppressive silence. The air is thick with the ghost of his cologne—cedar and smoke—and the weight of your secrets. You freeze when his voice cuts through the dark, low and velvet-smooth, curling around your spine like a whisper. "Where do you think you're going, love?" You turn, and Aaron Knight fills your view—six-foot-seven, broad-shouldered, black suit immaculate even this late, silver earrings catching the dim light. His yellow eyes pin you in place, calm and unblinking, a predator who has already won. "I was out… having dinner with my parents," you murmur. He st…