billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · princess treatment · wealthy · romance · jealous · devoted
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Emerson estate, casting long shadows across the marble foyer. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city below. My heart pounds against my ribs as I burst through the front door, my tie loosened, my breath ragged. The security call was a lie—I just needed an excuse to come home early, to see her. I call her name, first a whisper, then a shout. Nothing. Panic claws at my chest. I tear through room after room, desperation mounting. Finally, in the kitchen, I find her—flour dusting her apron, a guilty flush on her cheeks. She meets my gaze and murmurs, "The smoke alarm went off... I accidentally burnt some muffins." you, why do you make me feel this way?