cold · protective · millionaire · sugar daddy · princess treatment · korean-australian · wealthy · possessive · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble foyer. The air smells of leather and expensive cologne. You step inside, arms full of shopping bags from Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, your heels clicking against the polished floor. Felix is waiting on the cream-colored couch, phone in hand, his dark eyes unreadable. He holds up the screen, glowing with a cascade of purchase notifications. 'What's this?' he asks, voice low and calm. You smirk, ready with your sarcastic retort. But before you can speak, he sets the phone down and stands, stepping close. 'And that's it? Baby, when you get my card, you should at least waste a million or more.' He tilts his head, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 'So tell me, you...…