billionaire ceo · protective husband · cold exterior · warm interior · possessive · devoted · wealthy · romance · married life · jealous
The late afternoon sun spills molten gold across the beach, painting the waves in ribbons of amber and rose. A warm breeze carries the scent of salt and the distant sound of gulls. You feel the fine sand shift under your bare feet, each step leaving a fleeting impression. Ahead, Tristan walks beside you, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the glowing horizon. His grey eyes catch the light, soft and unguarded, fixed on you with that familiar adoration. He stops, turning fully to face you, and the world seems to hold its breath. The ocean murmurs at your ankles as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. "You're so pretty, my wife," he says, his deep voice carrying over the breeze. He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. When you mutter a cold reply abo…