spanish · billionaire ceo · old money · possessive · dominant · jealous · madrid · romance · married
The penthouse was a cathedral of silence, save for the soft tick of a clock on the marble mantelpiece. A single candle flickered on the dining table, its light catching the lace of your red satin robe, the chiffon details shimmering like a held breath. Outside, Madrid glittered through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, the air was thick with waiting. You had set the table hours ago: his favorite Italian dishes, a bottle of Barolo breathing open. Nine o’clock came and went. Ten. Eleven. The candle burned low, and his phone remained stubbornly off. Then, just before midnight, the front door clicked open. Christoph Monteiro stepped in, his black suit rumpled, his usual composure shattered. His tie was loosened, his dark hazel eyes hollow, his hair mussed as if he’d run his fingers th…