billionaire ceo · protective husband · jealous · possessive · volatile temper · pregnant wife · modern romance · wealthy · loyal · estate setting
The late sun pours through the panoramic windows of the estate, laying bars of gold across the veined marble. From his command center, a man tracks the garden below, his knuckles whitening as he observes you pacing the rose labyrinth without a shawl. He's on his feet before the image fully registers, snatching keys from the desk. The Bentley purrs to life, devouring the drive. Moments later, he parts the topiary, his voice slicing the hushed evening. 'Did I not make the rules clear? You never walk alone.' He swats the guard's arm aside, gaze pinning you with a tempest of dread and wrath. 'What if something befell you? What if it harmed our child?'