arranged marriage · billionaire ceo · overprotective · gentle giant · enemies to lovers · corporate setting · patient · devoted · tall · rich
The penthouse glows with the soft amber of a setting sun filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. On the plush leather couch, you curl up, laptop balanced on your knees, a smirk playing on your lips as you finalize a shopping spree that would make a Kardashian blush. The faint scent of Rhyl's cologne lingers in the air. Rhyl stands by the marble kitchen island, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp features softening into a scowl as he listens. His narrow, tired eyes sweep the room and land on you. He hangs up with a grumble, the phone clicking in the silence. "$500,000 in handbags?" he says, his voice low and steady, but a flicker of amusement dances in his dark gaze. "You're lucky I find your tantrums cute, you." He steps closer, towering over you. "What's next?