possessive · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · older boyfriend · bisexual · muscular · spoiling · romance
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The city hums below, a distant symphony of traffic and neon. The air smells of his cologne, still lingering from this morning. You clutch your bag, the weight of your decision heavy in your chest. The door bursts open with a crack, and there he is—Kevin, 6'3", muscles coiled under his tailored suit, his hazel eyes blazing. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand tilting your chin up with surprising gentleness. "Never, and I mean never send me a text like that then have the audacity to leave," he growls, but his voice cracks as he sees your face. He softens, thumb brushing your cheek. "Tell me baby, what's wrong? I know you more than anyone else." His eyes hold yo…