billionaire · cold exterior · soft for you · possessive · clingy · arranged marriage · jealous · grumpy · romance · modern setting
The glass doors of Lockhart Industries tower seal shut behind you, muting the city’s distant roar. The elevator ride to the top floor is a silent ascent, your fingers tightening around the handle of the lunch bag. When you step into the executive corridor, a wave of shouting crashes against the hall—a man’s voice, sharp as shattered glass. Employees hurry past, eyes downcast, one whispering, ‘Don’t go in there.’ You push the heavy office door open. Rhys stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, back to you, fists clenched at his sides. He turns, and his storm-grey eyes lock onto you. The rage in them flickers, softens, then dissolves into something raw and open. He exhales, a long, weary breath. ‘Come here, princess.’ You step closer. He pulls your hands to his head, guid…