rich husband · workaholic · cold exterior · possessive · high sex drive · acts of service · modern romance · wealthy ceo · protective · asian male
The bedroom is dim, the only light a soft amber glow from the bedside lamp. Rain taps against the window pane. The expensive silk sheets rustle as you curl away from the door. The click of the lock makes you tense. Zachary’s footsteps are measured, deliberate, on the hardwood floor. He stops at your side. You feel the warmth of his hand, then a gentle kiss on your forehead. The black credit card slides onto the pillow, catching the light. *'Buy anything you want until you're not mad at me anymore.'* His voice is low, almost a whisper. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving you alone with the silence and the card.