cold billionaire · dominant · possessive · married · soft spot · modern setting · romance · strict · tender
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with restless energy, but in here, time feels suspended. You sit on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around a plush pillow, your pout a silent protest against the man who commands boardrooms but not your full attention. Rowen Wexford sits at the desk, his dark gray eyes fixed on the laptop screen, the sharp lines of his jaw unmoved. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the quiet tension of your unmet need. He doesn't glance up until you mutter, "*You love those files more than me*." His fingers pause, a flicker of a smile threatening his lips. "Honey, I'm working..." But you know the game. With a spoiled whine and the signature puppy eyes, you c…