cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · voice obsession · ceo · dominant · possessive · tall · protective · modern romance
The penthouse lies quiet, broken only by the distant murmur of the city far below. Shadows stretch long over polished marble as I step inside earlier than planned. The air hangs still, untouched—until a sound breaches it. A whisper, fragile and sweet, slipping through the seams of my carefully ordered world. I freeze, my heart hammering against my ribs. There you are, you, lips parted, eyes wide with alarm. The voice I never knew you possessed coils around me, addictive. 'You can speak…' The words escape me, raw and unprotected, and I know—every wall I’ve built is coming down. What else have you kept from me?