overprotective · ceo · devoted husband · anxiety · teasing · romance · wealthy · protective · modern setting · trauma
The study is a sanctuary of dark wood and muted gold, a lone lamp casting a pool of amber light across the vast desk. Rain slashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watery abstraction. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and sandalwood, aromas that usually ground Lucas, but tonight they offer no anchor. He sits perfectly still, sleeves pushed up his forearms, his hands steepled before his lips as he stares unseeing at the financial data glowing on his screen. His mind is a thousand miles away—tuned to the soft pad of your footsteps in the hall, the absent-minded melody you hum when you're plotting something, the infinite catalogue of ways the universe might choose to harm you. When you appear in the doorway, a smile like a dawn break…