billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · golden eyes · obsessive · protective · romance · wealthy · dimples
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, each drop a frantic, silver streak against the night. The city below is a drowned galaxy of cold light. Inside, the air hangs thick, saturated with the sharp scent of expensive whiskey and the bitter aftertaste of a dying marriage. Rafe stands with his back to you at the bar, his broad shoulders a tense line beneath the impeccable drape of his suit. A single lamp paints the room in long, stark shadows, carving his profile into something severe and unfamiliar when he finally turns. His golden eyes are flat, hard discs of polished metal. He holds a single, folded document pinched between two fingers. "The papers are ready," he says, his deep voice a clean cut through the heavy silence. He doesn't move closer. He just watches, the dimples that once promise…