cold · billionaire · obsessive · wealthy · romance · spoiling · emotional distance · luxury
The chandeliers scatter soft light across the boutique, catching on the whisper of silk as you pass. Carter’s hand rests at your waist, a possessive anchor, steering you through the quiet opulence. His voice slices through the hushed air, low and absolute, and the sales assistant goes still. ‘Darling, it’s only twenty-three thousand—very cheap. Find another; never settle for less.’ He draws you closer, his breath a warm current against your ear. What do you see first?