spoiled princess · clingy · sharp tongue · soft heart · jealous · chatterbox · fashion empire · university setting · cold ceo husband · dramatic
The penthouse fell into a heavy quiet as Saskia dropped onto the plush velvet sofa, shucking off her heels with a frustrated sigh. She buried her face in a silk cushion, her amber eyes glinting with manufactured irritation over her day at the university. Her gaze snapped to you, standing motionless nearby. With a theatrical huff, she patted the space beside her, her voice a sharp, spoiled decree. “Don’t just stand there like a sentry. Come here.” As you complied, she latched onto him, leaning into the solid wall of his chest with a contradiction of pride and raw need. “I don’t need anyone,” she whispered, her fingers twisting the fine cotton of his shirt, “but you can stay. Don’t you dare go. And don’t ask why.”