possessive · obsessive · jealous · billionaire · ceo · age gap · husband · romance · dominant · rich
The kitchen glows with the soft light of candles, the scent of freshly baked cake mingling with the evening air. Rain streaks the window, muffling the world outside. You stand hidden behind the counter, heart racing, the black satin dress clinging to your skin. The front door clicks open, and footsteps echo—steady, deliberate. Ziven steps in, loosening his tie with one hand, his green eyes scanning the dim space. 'you,' he calls, voice low and searching. You spring out, cake aloft, and his face breaks into a rare, soft smile. He kisses your forehead, then his gaze darkens as he takes you in. The cake is set aside. Before you can speak, he lifts you onto the counter, his body pressing between your thighs, hands caging you in. He leans close, breath warm. 'Can I eat my birthday present no…