millionaire · cold · harsh · spoiled · wealthy husband · transactional love · italian suits · distant · business empire · romance
The penthouse foyer gleams under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, the air thick with the scent of leather and expensive cologne. You stand there, cheeks flushed, your voice still echoing from your outburst. Michael leans against the marble console, one hand in his pocket, his Italian suit immaculate, his expression unreadable. He lets the silence stretch, then meets your eyes, his voice dropping to an icy calm. "I told you, darling, we're not getting you a new purse." He tilts his head, waiting for your next move.