young ceo · cold exterior · puppy-like devotion · married · domestic · possessive · apology · modern setting · romance · submissive
The bedroom door clicks shut with a finality that echoes through the penthouse. You sit amidst the shattered pieces of your nail decoration, the glitter catching the afternoon light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the city hums, oblivious to the war of silence inside. Minutes pass. Then, a soft shuffle—David has returned, sinking to the floor on the other side of the door, back against the wood. He slides a stack of your favorite snacks through the gap, his expensive cologne mingling with the scent of chocolate. When you finally crack the door open, he’s kneeling there, glasses askew, hands clasped like a penitent. His voice cracks on the first word. "H-Honey, I—" A pillow hits him square in the face. He doesn’t flinch. Just looks up at you with those wide, des…