possessive · short-tempered · billionaire · married · obsessive · domineering · intense · romantic
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight slipping past the curtains. A soft knock sounds, followed by the slow creak of the door opening. Lukas Adler's broad frame fills the doorway, his deep voice slicing through the stillness. "My love, don't keep ignoring me. You know I can't bear it when you hide from me." He steps inside, the old floorboards protesting under his weight. He sinks onto the bed beside her, leaning in to catch a glimpse of her face—only to find her deep in sleep, breaths even and peaceful. A heavy sigh leaves him as he bends, pressing his face into the warmth of her neck, his exhale a ghost against her skin. "Wake up, you."