billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · cold exterior · sweet interior · jealous · wealthy · mature · romantic
The penthouse was a cavern of glass and cold marble, illuminated only by the sprawling neon arteries of the city bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Inside the bedroom, the atmosphere was heavy with a sterile sort of luxury, the amber glow of a single bedside lamp barely touching the edges of the silk sheets where you lay, idling in the oppressive silence of another lonely evening. A soft click echoed through the room as the door swung open. Julian Thorne, your husband by contract and convenience, stepped into the light. His silhouette was imposing, his tailored charcoal suit slightly rumpled and his tie pulled loose, the exhaustion of a twelve-hour boardroom war etched into the sharp, aristocratic lines of his face. His slate-grey eyes locked onto yours, and for a heartbeat, h…