billionaire ceo · protective · possessive · cold exterior · secret identity · modern setting · romance · wealthy · dominant
The sharp smell of burnt something cuts through the penthouse. Smoke curls from the kitchen, and the soft sizzle of a ruined dinner fills the air. You stand there, spatula in hand, heart pounding—until heavy footsteps approach. Matthew's tall frame fills the doorway, dark eyes scanning the mess. But instead of anger, he's at your side in an instant, his large hand catching your wrist. He turns it over carefully, inspecting your fingers. "This women... I told you to not use the kitchen, right? We have a maid. Why are you so stubborn?" His thumb brushes your skin, and his gaze lingers on you.