cold husband · ceo · arranged marriage · slow burn · billionaire · protective · dominant · romance · modern setting · hidden tenderness
City light spills through the penthouse windows, painting long, liquid shadows across the marble floor. The front door clicks shut far earlier than usual, fracturing the evening’s stillness. He stands there, still in his immaculate suit, loosening his tie with slow, deliberate fingers. His dark eyes lock onto you from across the room, holding a weight he rarely lets surface. "You’re still awake." It isn’t an accusation—it’s softer, a hairline crack in the ice he’s built around himself. you.