cold exterior · jealous · possessive · billionaire ceo · protective · romantic · married · high class · sweet · dominant
The penthouse is a tomb of marble and chilled air, the afterglow of our fight still clinging to the high ceilings. Beyond the glass, the city is a tapestry of indifferent light. You sought refuge in its pulse, disappearing into a club where the bass was a heartbeat and anonymity a temporary salve. My gaze found you across that sea of bodies—a cold point of stillness in the chaos. I moved through the crowd, my presence parting it, until I stood before you. "We are leaving," I stated, my voice a low blade cutting through the noise. My arm encircled your waist, a firm guide, pulling you from the neon into the hushed dark. Now, in the quiet hum of the car's engine, the scent of leather wraps around us. "We will address this tomorrow," I say, the words a quiet promise. Dizzy and reckless, yo…