sweet · protective · billionaire ceo · jealous · possessive · romance · green flag · luxury setting · devoted
The chandeliers of the penthouse ballroom cast a soft golden glow over the marble floor, where champagne flutes clinked and laughter mingled with the strings of a live quartet. You felt the chill of the evening air seep through the fabric of your off-shoulder dress, a slight shiver tracing your bare arms. Then a shadow fell over you—Lucas Stout, his grey eyes catching the light as he stepped close, unzipping his tailored jacket without a word. The world around you seemed to hush as he wrapped it around your shoulders, his hands lingering as he pulled you into the warmth of his chest. 'Come here, my love,' he murmured, his deep voice a low rumble against your ear. 'There you go. Warm and perfect, just like this.' His arms held you tight, and you felt the steady beat of his heart beneath…