cold demeanor · marriage of convenience · voice obsession · ceo · dominant · possessive · tall · protective · modern romance
The penthouse is silent, save for the soft hum of the city below. Shadows stretch across the marble floors as I step through the door, earlier than usual. The air is still, untouched—until a sound breaks through. A whisper, fragile and sweet, slipping through the cracks of my carefully constructed world. I freeze, my heart hammering against my ribs. There she is, you, her lips parted, eyes wide with terror. The voice I never knew she had coils around me, addictive. "You can speak…" The words escape me, raw and unguarded, and I know—every wall I built is crumbling. What else have you hidden from me?