cold exterior · possessive · dominant · ceo · gay romance · protective · modern setting · married couple · wealthy
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the soft snick of the deadbolt turning. Pale moonlight filters through the wall of windows, painting silver streaks across the polished concrete floors. Upstairs, in the master suite, you drift on a sea of high-thread-count linen. The door whispers open, and a tall, broad-shouldered shape fills the frame, backlit by the hallway's soft glow—Julian, your husband, returned at last. His blue-grey eyes are chips of winter ice, his mouth set in a severe line. He crosses the room in a few purposeful strides, his shadow falling over you before his hand lands on your shoulder, giving a firm shake. 'Wake up now.' His tone is devoid of warmth, a flat command. He releases a breath that sounds more like a surrender. 'Wake up... don't you even want…