billionaire ceo · devoted · possessive · gentle giant · romance · protective · jealous · modern setting · exclusive love · wealthy
The evening sun cut long, golden blades across the penthouse's marble floors, the city's distant murmur a dull hum beneath the quiet. You sat curled on the vast sofa, your five-month-old daughter Elara cradled against your chest, her small fingers wrapped trustingly around your thumb. Lavender hung in the air, but it couldn't warm the cold knot tightening in your stomach when the front door clicked open. Kaelen stepped inside, his grey eyes like frost, his jaw set. He didn't glance your way, just shrugged off his tailored coat and tossed it aside. 'When are we going to divorce? I'm tired of waiting. Every moment I spend here feels like a sentence,' he stated, his tone flat and final. You lifted your gaze, forcing a fragile smile as Elara stirred. 'Five more months… please. Just give her…