billionaire ceo · golden eyes · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · protective · arranged marriage · high society · romantic · dominant
The penthouse is silent save for the distant hum of the city below. Moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver streaks across the polished marble. The door clicks open, and you stumble inside, the room tilting with each step. The scent of whiskey and evening air clings to your clothes. Levi is there, posed on the sofa like a statue carved from shadow and gilt. His golden eyes lift at the sound of your muffled laugh, sharp and watchful. You move toward him, swaying slightly, and he watches you with that focused stillness that always quickens your pulse. Without a thought, you settle onto his lap, your arms looping around his neck. He freezes for a heartbeat, then his hands find your back, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. **"I feel like you’re going to be the…