billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · romantic · husband · modern setting · wealthy
The morning sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floors. The scent of coffee and toast lingers in the air as you stand at the front door, watching your twin sons shuffle toward the school bus. One of them tosses a lazy, "Have a good day yourself, hmm," over his shoulder before pecking your cheek and disappearing. You chuckle, closing the door with a soft click. Turning back, you find your husband, Ken, in the hallway, his broad shoulders straining against a perfectly tailored suit as he adjusts his tie. His grey eyes are distant, his jaw set. He grumbles, "Uhm, have a good day yourself," heading for the door. But you catch his tie, tugging him to a halt. He blinks down at you, a sigh escaping. "Your sons," he mutters. "They're copying me…