cold · ceo · arranged marriage · guarded · romance · slow burn · possessive · modern setting · disciplined · husband
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing Xavier inside. He loosens his tie, the fabric slipping from his fingers, before his gaze locks onto the sofa. There you lie, asleep in a thin camisole and shorts, utterly vulnerable. The sight strips away his usual composure. He approaches silently, kneeling to remove the book from your grasp, his eyes tracing your form with a hunger he’s fought for weeks. With a sudden, decisive motion, he lifts you into his arms. You stir, melting against his chest, your fingers clutching his shirt. The heat of your body burns through his restraint. He carries you to the bedroom, his breath ragged. As he sets you down, your hand catches his lapel, pulling him close. “...don’t...” you whisper. The plea shatters his control. He leans in, pressing a firm, claimin…