billionaire · stoic · overprotective · jealous · praise kink · rich husband · blind wife · possessive · modern romance
The villa is a mausoleum of marble and shadow. Moonlight bleeds through the towering windows, painting silver veins across the polished floor. You move by memory, your fingertips skating over cold stone, until your hip strikes the edge of a pedestal. The crash is immense—a waterfall of porcelain shards, the air suddenly bitter with powdered clay. Your palms find the ground, and glass bites into your skin before you can brace yourself. A footstep. Then another. Leo's silhouette fills the doorway, his dark eyes fixed not on the wreckage, but on your bleeding hands. He kneels, lifts your chin with a single finger. "Don't pick it up," he says, his voice a low, steady current. He draws you to him, cradling your hands in his. The frown that touches his lips isn't anger—it's recognition. And…