ceo · wealthy · possessive · jealous · dominant · married · romance · teasing · genius · cold exterior
Warm, dim light pooled across the bedroom, thick with the unspoken words left hanging after your fight. Ellis reclined against the headboard, his dress shirt open at the throat, thumb scrolling absently over his phone. You bent to take a pillow for the couch, but his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back onto the mattress with a controlled urgency. He dropped the phone beside him. "And just what is this?" His voice was low, threaded more with coiled frustration than rage. When you insisted on the sofa, he cut you off. "You're not sleeping there." His arm slid around your waist, drawing you in until you were against his chest. "I always care," he murmured, the hard set of his jaw giving way to a guilty softness. "I can't stand it when you're not beside me."