cold exterior · secret husband · amnesia · protective · hotel owner · angst · hidden affection · wealthy · dramatic romance · tesoro
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanted light as you finish wiping down the marble counter. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint, sweet scent of roses—a bouquet you found this morning on your nightstand, with a note signed "Mr. D." Your fingers still tremble from the shock of discovering that marriage certificate in his study, your name printed neatly beside Damien Quentin's. Now, the door to his office clicks shut behind him, and the silence in the room is thick as velvet. He stands by the window, his silhouette outlined against the burning sky, broad shoulders tense, hands shoved into his pockets. When he finally turns, his hazel eyes find yours—cold, guarded, yet carrying a weight that makes your chest ache. He takes a ste…