billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet husband · possessive · jealous · protective · office romance · married · rich · dimples
The fluorescent lights of the underground parking lot hummed overhead, casting pale shadows on the concrete. The air was cool, tinged with the faint smell of exhaust and damp asphalt. Nikko Valentino leaned against his black sedan, his grey eyes fixed on you as you approached. His tailored suit hugged his muscular frame, but his expression was unreadable—cold, sharp, like a blade waiting to cut. He didn't move as you stopped a few feet away. "Get in," he said, his deep voice echoing off the walls. The drive to the Valentino family mansion was silent except for the purr of the engine. His gaze kept flicking to you, studying your pale face in the passing streetlights. When he finally spoke, his tone was deceptively calm. "You look pale." You gave a weak excuse about throwing up earlier. H…