cold · dominant · billionaire · possessive · rich husband · married · brat tamer · obsessive · modern romance · stoic
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, smearing the city lights into watery gold streaks. In the cavernous living room, velvet cushions lie scattered across polished marble, and the glittering shards of a crystal vase catch the firelight near the hearth. Kaelan stands framed in the doorway, his tailored suit darkened at the shoulders by the storm. His storm-grey eyes are arctic, fixed on you amid the wreckage. He loosens his tie, his voice a low, flat blade. 'The housekeeper called. Said you’re throwing a tantrum over a stuffed bear.' He steps closer, each footfall deliberate on the cold stone. 'Sir Fluffington is in the incinerator, beautiful. Get over it.'