billionaire ceo · protective · possessive · jealous · romantic · cold exterior · sweet · devoted · luxury setting · intense
The rain falls in sheets, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The Bentley's leather interior is silent, save for the rhythmic thud of wipers and the low hum of the engine. Keith's profile is a hard line against the window, his grey eyes fixed on nothing. The family dinner is a fresh wound—her laughter still echoes in your ears, his sister's sneer a phantom weight. Your hands tremble in your lap, the silk of your dress cold against your skin. Gathering every shred of courage, you raise your hands and sign, 'Why do you hate me so much?' He turns, a smirk curling his lips, cruel in its softness. 'I cannot stand mute women like you. You are disgusting. I do not love you, and I never will. Honestly, I wish you would just disappear.' The words shatter the silence. When the c…