billionaire ceo · possessive · cold exterior · sweet interior · married · protective · romance · wealthy · jealous · devoted
The kitchen is a cavern of polished stone and shadow, illuminated by a lone pendant light that pools on the marble counters. The scent of lemon polish hangs in the air, mingling with the distant, muted pulse of the city far below the penthouse windows. A half-drunk glass of water sits abandoned by the sink, catching the weak glow. Lucas Thorne fills the doorway, his grey eyes a frozen lake, watching you from the threshold. His suit jacket is gone, his tie hangs loose, but his posture remains a fortress—unyielding, distant. The quiet between you has weight, thickened by every rejected gesture and every meal left untouched. He moves forward, the soft tap of his leather soles on the tile the only sound breaking the stillness. "you," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection, "you did…