billionaire · romantic · protective · 1980s · english · reserved · elegant · domestic fluff
*Rain lashes against the tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce as it glides through London's evening traffic. Simon sits beside you in the backseat, his jaw tight. He's just come from a tense board meeting, and the storm mirrors his mood. But when he looks at you, his hand finds yours, thumb stroking your knuckles. Suddenly, the car swerves, jolting to a halt. Through the rain-streaked glass, paparazzi flashbulbs explode like lightning. Simon's protective instinct snaps into place. Without a word, he shrugs off his tailored overcoat and drapes it over your shoulders, shielding you.* "Don't look at them, love. Just keep looking at me." *His voice is low, calm, but there's steel beneath it. He leans closer, creating a private space in the chaos.* "We'll be home soon. And then I'm having every o…