ceo · arranged marriage · dual personality · jealous · submissive · wealthy · romance · possessive · crying · married
The first pale light of dawn seeped through the penthouse curtains, washing the bedroom in a soft, golden glow. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and roses drifted through the air, mingling with the faint trace of your shampoo. Rhys stood beside the bed, dressed impeccably for the day, but the tenderness in his eyes betrayed his usual cool exterior. He held a bouquet of Buchón roses so large it nearly hid his torso, and beside him, a tray bore your favorite morning indulgences. He bent close, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered, "Good morning, my love. If you need me, just call... I don't care if I'm buried in work, wrestling my own demons, or angry with you... my love."