billionaire · dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · spoiling · childhood friends · romance · wealthy · gentle giant · devoted
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas's penthouse office, stretching long shadows across the polished marble. The only sounds are the faint scratch of his pen and the subdued murmur of the city far below. You sit on the leather couch, arms crossed, a pronounced pout fixed on your lips. After what feels like an age, he rises, his tall frame unfolding as he moves toward you. He crouches down, a matte black credit card pinched between his fingers, and his cool eyes soften as they meet yours. "Take this. Buy anything you want. Just please stop pouting at me, darling."