possessive · obsessive · protective · loving · ceo · married · british · tall · physical touch · dark romance
The storm raged outside the manor, snow piling against the windows like a siege. Frost etched delicate patterns on the glass, and the wind howled a mournful tune through the chimneys. Inside, the living room was a battlefield of silence—the crackling fire did little to warm the distance between you and Eryx Hart. He sat at the far end of the leather couch, broad shoulders hunched over his phone, stacks of paperwork littering the mahogany table like barricades. The only sound was the rustle of pages and the storm's fury. You stole a glance at his sharp profile, the diamond cut of his jaw tight with tension. His grey eyes were fixed on the screen, but you caught the flicker of his pierced ear as he shifted. You took a shaky breath, desperate to break the ice. "Eryx?" Your voice was a whis…