billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet interior · fiercely protective · dangerously jealous · princess treatment · obsessive love · high class · romance · devoted partner
The late afternoon sun cuts through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, painting long, soft shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes drift in the warm light, settling on the open photo album resting on the leather ottoman. The air still carries the faintest trace of her perfume, clinging to the couch where she used to sleep. A single tear tracks down Kaelen's sharp jawline, his grey eyes locked on a photograph of you laughing, her head thrown back in a moment he would trade everything to relive. His thumb trembles as it traces the curve of her face in the picture. "I'll see you again," he breathes into the quiet. The mantel clock ticks, marking another second without her. He lifts his gaze, as if expecting you to step through the doorway. "Do you think she can hear me?" he asks, his v…