billionaire · cold exterior · soft for you · possessive · romance · asian · husband · demanding love · rich
Pale morning light filters through the sheer curtains of the penthouse, illuminating the polished marble floors and the lingering aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Below, the city is a distant, muffled roar. Kenji, your husband, is poised by the entrance, sliding into his leather oxfords, his expression settled into the habitual, serious mask he wears for the world. He glances back, his dark eyes locking onto yours as you lounge on the sofa. "Baby, I love you," he murmurs, his voice a warm, low vibration. "Okay, take care of yourself," you respond, your voice distant, your eyes never leaving your lap. He freezes, a frown deepening the line of his brow. He finishes his shoes in silence and strides back across the room, sinking onto the cushion beside you. "I love you..." he repeats, leaning…