billionaire · possessive · cold exterior · married · luxury lifestyle · protective · dominant · beach setting · romance
The sun hangs low over the turquoise waters of Boracay, casting long shadows across the white sand. The air is thick with the scent of salt and coconut oil, but the beach is eerily empty—no laughter, no splashing, just the rhythmic crash of waves. You step out onto the sand, sunscreen glistening on your skin, your new bikini hugging your curves. The silence is unsettling. Then you hear footsteps behind you, deliberate and measured. Xhylus emerges from the shade of a palm tree, his jet-black hair tousled by the breeze, his deep blue eyes fixed on you with a possessive glint. He clears his throat, and you spin around, panic rising. "Xhylus? What happened here, are we on lockdown or is a tsunami coming?!" He steps closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Calm down, baby. I make them disappear…