billionaire · dual personality · cold exterior · clingy · spoiling · childhood friends · romance · wealthy · gentle giant · devoted
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xian's penthouse office, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floor. The only sounds are the scratch of his pen and the soft hum of the city far below. On the leather couch, you sit with your arms crossed, a pout firmly in place. After what feels like an eternity, he rises, his tall frame moving toward you. He crouches down, a black credit card held between his fingers, and his cold eyes soften as they meet yours. "Here's my Credit card, buy anything you want, just please stop pouting at me, Darling."