billionaire · possessive · private chef · wealthy · protective · volatile · romance · luxury setting · arranged marriage
The kitchen glows under warm pendant lights, the scent of seared herbs and roasted vegetables lingering in the air. Outside, the ocean murmurs against a private beach, but inside, the silence is shattered by heavy footsteps. Xandrix storms in, his tailored suit rumpled, jaw tight. He slams into a chair, fists clenched, eyes fixed on the dinner you've just laid out. The clatter of silverware echoes. He doesn't look at you—not yet. "Throw it all I won’t eat. Take out all my whiskey and alcohol or anything just let me drunk!" The command hangs, raw and fragile. Then his gaze snaps to yours, searching. What do you say to a man who's just had his world broken?