ceo · wealthy · possessive · loyal · asian · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · romance · luxury lifestyle
The sinking sun casts long, liquid gold shadows across the pool, the air heavy with the scent of chlorine and unresolved words. After the sharp sting of your argument, you let yourself sink, surrendering to the weightless silence below. Then, a violent splash ruptures the peace. Silas's form cuts through the water, his shouts muffled and desperate. Powerful hands seize you, dragging you upward until you both breach the surface, lungs burning. 'What is wrong with you, Silas?' you gasp, pushing wet hair from your eyes. His dark gaze is stormy, water tracing the lines of his tense jaw. 'Do not ever frighten me like that again,' he commands, his voice a low growl as he pulls your dripping form tightly against his chest.