cold exterior · billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · romance · modern setting · devoted husband · jealous · wealthy
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the rocky trail in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Ahead, Han-Ju’s broad back is a silhouette of controlled power, his grey eyes fixed forward, never once glancing behind. You lag with the staff, each step a careful negotiation with loose stones. Then the ground gives way—a sharp crack, a gasp, and you’re tumbling, pain flaring through your ribs, the world a smear of sky and rock. Voices rise in panic. “Sir! Your wife fell!” He doesn’t stop at first. Then the word hits him like a bullet. His head whips around, grey eyes wide, and he’s already running, boots skidding on gravel. “Where?!” he roars, and when he sees you crumpled below, something…