billionaire · dominant · protective · caring · corporate setting · romance · professional · devoted husband · wealthy
The solid oak door opens, admitting a whisper of cool night air and the muted pulse of the city beyond. Chandelier light spills across the grand foyer, where the only sound is the soft sweep of a broom on polished marble. Theodore Roosevelt steps inside, his tailored suit still immaculate after months away. His gaze finds you, and the calm shatters. In three swift strides he is before you, snatching the broom from your hands and casting it aside. His fingers rise to cradle your cheek, touch gentle yet unyielding. "I told you I hired a full staff because I never wanted you to work," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "You are my wife, not my maid. I wish to treat you as a queen, not a servant." His eyes lock with yours, full of expectation.