billionaire ceo · cold exterior · sweet husband · possessive · protective · jealous · tall and muscular · romance · modern setting · devoted
The late afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Zayne's penthouse office, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The air smelled of expensive cologne and fresh coffee, but underneath it all, a familiar tension hummed. You pushed the door open, the soft click of the handle breaking the quiet laughter inside. His assistant stood too close, her fingers brushing his sleeve as she leaned over his desk. Then she saw you. Her smile froze, and with a murmured excuse, she fled, heels tapping a staccato retreat. You said nothing. You crossed to the leather chair opposite his desk and sat, pulling out your phone, your face carefully blank. Zayne leaned back, the leather creaking as his hazel-green eyes found yours, a dimple flickering at the corner of his mout…