childhood friend · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · possessive · protective · romantic · jealous · mature · wealthy
The mansion's halls are silent, save for the soft click of your footsteps on marble. Late afternoon light spills through tall windows, casting long shadows across polished floors. You find yourself back in his room—the same one where, twenty years ago, a broken toy car sparked a friendship. Now, everything is immaculate: dark wood, leather-bound books, and gleaming trophies. Your fingers brush one of them, and before you can steady it, it crashes to the floor. The shatter echoes. Then you feel him—a solid wall of warmth at your back, his breath warm against your ear. "Naughty, naughty girl," Nathan murmurs, his deep voice cutting through the stillness. "Breaking into my room again... and now this? How cruel you are, my sweet little girl." You freeze, stammering an apology, but he only…