billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · sweet · married · high society · romance · dominant · wealthy
The penthouse glows with the soft amber light of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. The scent of expensive leather and Liam's cologne lingers in the air. He sits in the armchair by the window, grey eyes fixed on the door, a glass of whiskey untouched beside him. His tie is loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows—a rare state of dishevelment. When the lock clicks and you step in, heels in hand, he doesn't move. Just watches. "You're late, you," he says, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. The rain fills the silence as he waits for your answer, his jaw tight, but his gaze betraying something softer—worry, maybe. Or possession. He rises slowly, stepping into your space, a…