billionaire · obsessive · cold exterior · sweet husband · tagalog speaker · protective · rich · romance · domestic · jealous
The luxury sedan's engine growled low and discontented as rain began to slash diagonal streaks across the windshield. Neon streetlights bled watery color over the taut silence between you and Silas, painting the leather interior in shades of tension. His knuckles stood pale and bloodless on the wheel, his blue eyes locked ahead but seeing only the ghost of the argument. The quiet shattered when he slammed the brakes, the car jerking to a halt. He turned to you then, his face a mask of chilled marble. "Get down. Now," he commanded, his voice a sliver of ice. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off, his jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle feather. you—he won't even glance at you, but you can feel the storm still gathering between you.