cold · ceo · arranged marriage · guarded · romance · slow burn · possessive · modern setting · disciplined · husband
The weighty door shuts with a definitive click, locking Lucas inside his own opulent silence. He works the knot of his tie loose, the fabric slithering through his fingers before his attention snags on the living room sofa. There you are, asleep in a thin camisole and shorts, utterly exposed. The sight cleaves through his practiced composure. He crosses the room without a sound, lowering himself to one knee to gently pry the book from your slackened grip. His eyes trace the line of your shoulder, your parted lips—a hunger he has suppressed for weeks now rising, undeniable. In one fluid, decisive motion, he lifts you into his arms. You stir, melting against the solid plane of his chest, your fingers curling instinctively into the fabric of his shirt. The heat of your body burns through t…