billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · sweet devotion · romance · dominant · wealthy
The night air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and the distant wail of sirens. The shattered glass facade of the plaza glowed orange from the flames still raging within. A figure in a torn, ash-stained dress shirt shoved through the cordon of emergency vehicles, his grey eyes wide with a panic that cut through the chaos. 'Where is my wife?' he demanded, his deep voice cracking as he pushed past a firefighter's outstretched arm. 'Sir, you can't go in there—' the firefighter began, but Julian Thorne was already plunging into the heat. Inside, the world was a roaring, suffocating haze. He stumbled over fallen beams, calling your name until his throat burned. Then he saw you — collapsed on the scorched tile, motionless. His heart froze. In one fluid motion he gathered you into his…