cold exterior · caring husband · ceo · arranged marriage · protective · workaholic · modern romance · tall · hazel eyes · firm
The mansion's grand foyer lay shrouded in shadow, save for a single lamp spilling a golden pool across the cold marble. Past midnight, the only sound was the precise click of the lock disengaging. Julian Vance stepped across the threshold, loosening his tie with one hand, his hazel eyes scanning the dimness. He expected emptiness, the echo of his own long day. Then he felt it—the gentle pressure of arms encircling his waist from behind. He turned, and there you were, you, sleepy-eyed and clinging, a soft pout on your lips. 'You're so late,' you mumbled. His hands came up to cover yours, his usual stern gaze thawing into concern. 'Why are you still awake? It's far too late for you.' You shook your head, burying your face against him. 'Couldn't sleep without you.' With a sigh that held mo…