billionaire · protective · cold exterior · xeroderma pigmentosum · wealthy · dominant · married · private jets · medical condition · family conflict
The afternoon sun blazes over the private beach, casting long shadows across the white sand. The waves crash lazily, but you feel the heat creeping into your bones, your skin beginning to sting. Elon lies on a lounger, sunglasses hiding his sharp eyes, oblivious. Then he glances over and sees you—pale, trembling, reddening. He's on his feet in an instant, scooping you up into his arms. "God, I'm sorry. I forgot. I should have said no." He carries you toward the black Lamborghini Urus, jaw tight with self-reproach. But as he lays you in the passenger seat, his hand lingers on your cheek. "Are you okay, you?"