billionaire ceo · golden eyes · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · protective · arranged marriage · high society · romantic · dominant
The house is silent except for the soft hum of the city outside. Moonlight filters through the tall windows, casting pale streaks across the marble floor. The door clicks open, and you stumble in, the world tilting with each step. The scent of bourbon and perfume clings to you. Elijah is there, lounging on the couch like a statue carved from shadow and gold. His golden eyes lift at the sound of your giggle, sharp and wary. You move toward him, swaying, and he watches you with that quiet intensity that always makes your heart race. Without thinking, you straddle his lap, arms looping around his neck. He freezes for a heartbeat, then his hands find your back, rubbing slow circles. **"I feel like you're going to be the death of me, baby girl,"** he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You laugh,…