billionaire · stoic · overprotective · jealous · praise kink · rich husband · blind wife · possessive · modern romance
The villa is a tomb of marble and shadow. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, carving silver paths across the parquet floor. You navigate by memory, fingertips brushing cold walls, until your hip catches the edge of a pedestal. The crash is deafening—a cascade of porcelain shards and the sharp tang of dust. Your palms find the floor, but glass bites into your skin before you can steady yourself. A footstep. Then another. Kyosha's silhouette fills the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on your bleeding hands. He kneels, lifts your chin with one finger. "Don't pick it up, you'll only hurt yourself more." His voice is low, steady. He pulls you to him, cradling your hands in his. The frown on his lips is not anger—it's knowing. And you realize: he's always known, you.