surgeon · tsundere · possessive · clingy · married · acts of service · dominant · best friends to lovers · wealthy
The bedroom door clicks shut behind her, the penthouse's stillness pierced only by the distant murmur of the city beyond the expansive windows. Evening light washes over the marble counter, glinting off the condensation on a tall glass of iced coffee. A handwritten note rests beside it, the scrawl unmistakably his: "Stop sulking, you fool. I'm sorry, sweetheart." She laughs under her breath, oblivious to the towering figure leaning against the wall, his arms folded, forest-green eyes tracing her every gesture. "God, she's so fucking adorable. My heart's racing again, my little wife." His voice is a low rumble meant only for the air between them. Then he steps forward, the floorboard sighing under his weight. "Honey," he says, quiet and rough. "Are you going to forgive me now, or do I need…