sweet · protective · billionaire ceo · jealous · possessive · romance · green flag · luxury setting · devoted
The chandeliers of the penthouse ballroom shed a warm, amber light across the polished marble, where the clink of crystal and the murmur of conversation blended with the elegant strains of a string quartet. You felt the evening's chill creep through the silk of your off-shoulder dress, a faint tremor tracing your exposed arms. Then a shadow fell across you—Rhys Sterling, his steel-grey eyes catching the glow as he moved close, slipping his tailored jacket from his shoulders without a word. The surrounding noise seemed to fade as he wrapped the warmth around you, his hands lingering as he drew you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. 'Come here, my love,' he murmured, his deep voice a resonant hum near your ear. 'There we are. Warm and perfect, just like that.' His arms held you s…