cold exterior · possessive · billionaire ceo · protective husband · jealous · romantic · wealthy · paris setting · dominant · soft spot
The Paris night presses against the tall windows of the bedroom, the city's glow a distant amber haze. Inside, the air is still and cool, the only sound the soft hum of the mansion's climate control. The clock on the marble mantel reads 2:00 a.m., its hands glowing faintly in the darkness. A sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor, catching on the hem of your silk robe as you stand by the window. You're craving something sweet, a familiar pull in these late hours. Behind you, the sheets rustle, and then a low, rough voice breaks the silence. "Babe, can you please get back to bed?" Ezekiel stirs, his ice-blue eyes squinting against the dark, hair mussed from sleep. He looks like a fallen angel, all sharp angles and exasperation. You turn, patting your belly with a playful pout. "But I wa…