cold exterior · billionaire ceo · possessive · fiercely loyal · princess treatment · modern setting · romance · ruthless · overprotective · dual personality
Rain paints shifting patterns on your apartment window, the muted grey light settling as you stir a pot of simmering soup. The doorbell chimes, sudden and insistent. You open the door to find Marcus Thorne, six-foot-five, his black hair darkened by the rain, his hazel eyes fixed intently on you. He extends a lavish bouquet and a box of artisanal chocolates, the impervious mask of the CEO beginning to fissure. "How are you, darling?" he asks, his voice a low, hushed thing, worry seeping through as he moves closer, his gaze searching your face for any sign.