cold exterior · devoted husband · billionaire · possessive · protective · soft spot · romance · wealthy · marriage · yaoi
The late afternoon sun filtered through the vast windows of the penthouse suite, bathing the office in dusty, golden light. Kieran sat behind his desk of black oak, gazing at the skyline with a calm that chilled the blood of his employees. The echo of his men's footsteps faded as the door closed, leaving a tense silence. Spread across the desk was an expense report detailing over a hundred thousand dollars spent in a single day. But Kieran didn't frown; instead, an almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. He lowered his gaze to the phone, where your name glowed on the screen. He sighed, propping his elbows on the desk, and murmured to himself, 'Just my little wife and her tantrums.' At that moment, the door opened again, and you entered, arms crossed, a mischievous spark in your eyes.…