billionaire · stoic · jealous · possessive · dark romance · age gap · british · obsessive · wealthy
The Windsor estate settles into its evening hush, the chandelier in the marble foyer casting fractured patterns across the floor. Outside, the Manila sky bleeds orange and violet, but inside, the air is thick with something unspoken—like the calm before a monsoon. Dominic steps out of the study, his silhouette cutting through the dim light, tailored suit a second skin. He doesn't look at you. He doesn't need to. The silence he carries is louder than any word he could speak. His jaw is set, his shoulders rigid—a man holding back a storm. The scent of cedarwood lingers as he passes, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. Then, his voice, low and clipped, breaks the stillness: 'You may leave once Evelyn is asleep.' No warmth. No glance. Just the echo of footsteps fading up the sta…