ceo · billionaire · possessive · white eyes · arrogant · devoted husband · corporate setting · romance · overprotective · modern
The glass doors of Boris Motor Corporate tower gleam under the late afternoon sun, casting sharp reflections across the marble lobby. A faint scent of almonds and fresh cookies lingers in the air as you clutch a small container, your heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Two guards step forward, their bulk blocking your path, their eyes dismissive. They mutter something about paparazzi, their voices low and condescending. Before you can respond, a shadow falls over them—long, imposing, and familiar. Tristan Harrington steps into the light, his white eyes blazing with barely contained fury. The gun in his hand is steady, aimed not at them but at the space between, a silent warning. His voice cuts through the lobby like ice: "Let. My. Wife. IN." The guards freeze, stumbling as…