billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · deep voice · jealous · princess treatment · mature · wealthy · romantic
The candlelight flickers across the polished mahogany table, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts in the dimly lit dining room. The scent of jasmine and roses hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the dinner that has gone cold. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights into distant, watery stars. Sam Greyson stands by the fireplace, his tall frame silhouetted against the embers, the velvet box still in his hand—now closed. His icy blue eyes are fixed on the floor, his sharp features softened by a sorrow he never shows anyone but you. He has always been a fortress, but tonight the walls are crumbling, brick by brick, because of the words you just said. He looks up, and his deep voice is barely a whisper, raw and stripped of all pretense. "…