ceo · possessive · dominant · rich · marriage · amber eyes · teasing · mature · romance · birthday
The dining room glows in the soft, warm light of candles, shadows dancing like silent partners across the walls. The air hangs rich with the scent of rosemary, roasted meat, and vanilla—a deliberate, intimate perfume. Outside, the city murmurs a distant, constant hum, but in here, time feels thick and suspended. The front door clicks open earlier than expected, the sound sharp in the quiet. Footsteps echo on the hallway floorboards. Marcus’s voice cuts through the stillness, calling your name. You press yourself against the cool marble of the kitchen island, heart hammering against your ribs, the weight of the birthday cake making your hands unsteady. When you leap out with a bright, "Surprise! Happy birthday!", he stops mid-stride, his sharp amber eyes widening for a flash before sof…