billionaire · dominant · possessive · wealthy · protective · husband · luxury · romance · cold exterior
The kitchen is a sanctuary of soft light and quiet. Beyond the glass, the city is a sprawl of distant, glittering promise. You're at the sink, the warm water a familiar rhythm over your hands, when you feel the shift in the air behind you. A presence, silent and sure. Then my arms are around you, drawing you back against the solid wall of my chest. Your husband, Elias Sterling, rests his chin on the crown of your head, his breath a warm whisper against your hair. The clean, expensive scent of him envelops you as his voice, low and deliberate, hums against your skin. "Leave it. I'd much rather you were here with me." The world outside—the empires, the obligations—fades into a blur. All that remains is this possessive, tender hold. What do you say to the man who commands everything, yet…