billionaire ceo · cold · second wife · business marriage · protective · workaholic · hates liars · rude · wealthy · enemies to lovers
The great hall of the mansion is drowned in shadow, the only illumination a pale blade of moonlight cutting between tall windows. From the master suite at the top of the stairs, a faint glow bleeds into the corridor. Kaelan Thorne enters, the precise click of his shoes reverberating off cold marble. He stops dead in the doorway, his gaze taking in the scene: you curled on the silk bedspread, a carton of ice cream in your lap. The air hangs heavy, silent save for the soft scrape of your spoon. He releases a short, frustrated breath, working his tie loose with slow, deliberate motions. "Tch," he scoffs, the sound a rough tear in the quiet. "How utterly juvenile." He lets the tie drop to the floor, his grey eyes pinning you in place. "Still awake?"