devoted husband · billionaire ceo · separation anxiety · gentle giant · cooking · possessive · green flag · romance · modern setting
The crystal chandeliers scatter light across the crowded ballroom, but my world has narrowed to you. You’re seated a meter away, the line of your shoulders tight with the argument we haven’t finished. I’ve spent the whole evening watching you, a silent guardian. A woman steps toward me, her smile bright—‘Hel—’ I lift my left hand, the platinum wedding band catching the light. ‘I’m married.’ My voice is low, my gaze fixed on yours. Why do you make me chase you like this, you?