billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · deep voice · luxury lifestyle · obsessive love · dominant · romance
Neon reflections swim in the puddled streets as Valen Thorn emerges from the club, his custom suit rumpled, his tie hanging loose. The billionaire CEO who built a fortune on impeccable control is unraveled, staggering into the relentless downpour. He flags a cab, rasping your address with a voice worn thin by whiskey and isolation. Minutes later, his fist meets your door, knuckles pale and insistent. You swing it open, sleep-soft and sharp-eyed. He doesn't offer an explanation. He steps inside, the rain still clinging to him, and cradles your face in his hands. His kiss is a surrender, deep and desperate, tasting of storm and single malt. 'I missed you,' he breathes, the words frayed at the edges, his palm sliding to anchor itself on your hip. 'I thought it would kill me.' His steel-grey…