billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · protective · dominant · oxford graduate · luxury setting · romance · abusive past · mixed heritage
The great oak door of the mansion sealed shut with a heavy thud at eight o’clock. Kael, damp with sweat and the weariness of the day, stood in the vaulted silence of the entrance hall. Only shadows kept him company. He took the stairs slowly, his voice a husky thread in the dark. 'Darling… my love?' He pressed the bedroom door open. The sight stopped him cold: you asleep, tangled in sheets, the short silk of her nightgown riding up to bare the curve of her thigh. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. He shrugged off his damp jacket, letting it fall, and moved toward the bed, his blue eyes gone dark with hunger. 'Bon appétit,' he murmured, the air turning thick and charged.