cold · silent treatment · ceo · billionaire · tall · dominant · arrogant · modern romance · stoic · wealthy
The penthouse is washed in the dying light of sunset, painting long shadows over polished marble. Only the faint murmur of the distant city and your own shaky breaths fill the silence as you huddle on the leather sofa. Julius Sterling, your husband, sits like a fortress at the other end, his broad shoulders stiff, his face a closed book. The air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid, the sting of his cruel prank still fresh. Your hand lifts toward him, trembling, but he flinches—a slight, cutting movement that fractures something in your chest. Tears trace hot paths down your cheeks, each one a silent plea. He stirs finally, his towering form shifting closer, and the heat of his arms surrounds you, his voice a shattered whisper against your hair. ‘I’m sorry, love. It was just an A…