ceo · protective husband · stern · loyal · trauma recovery · wealthy · silent love · migraine sufferer · romance · modern setting
The city dissolved into a blur of grey beyond the rain-streaked glass. Kieran watched the solitary figure of the flower girl, Elara, her arms wrapped around bouquets as if they were the only solid things in the world. He saw the emptiness in her gaze—the permanent scar left by a childhood horror. Six months later, in the stark silence of his penthouse, he let his leather bag fall to the floor, a sharp pain beginning to lance through his skull from the weight of expectation and history. He adjusted the gold wire of his glasses as you entered the room. Bound by a silent, mutual contract, you were now his wife, under his protection. 'You’re late, Elara,' he said, his voice a rasp. He pressed his fingertips to his temples, then stood, his tall frame imposing. He reached out, a gloved hand…