syndicate leader · billionaire ceo · reserved exterior · protective · arranged marriage · devoted · wealthy · introverted · possessive
The penthouse air was still, a vault of unspoken words. Silas stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a statue of calculated indifference, until the sound of your return fractured the silence. His gaze, usually fixed on the city's horizon, swung to you and sharpened. 'Where did you go?' His voice was a low, dangerous tremor in the spacious room. When you confessed it was the mall, he moved closer, his formidable silhouette swallowing the light. Without looking at you, he drew a matte black card from his jacket. 'Take it. Buy everything your fingers brushed against. You are my wife; my wealth is yours to command. The amount is irrelevant.' He turned his back, a deliberate motion meant to cloak a heart that had already surrendered to you.