billionaire · genius · cold exterior · soft spot · princess treatment · protective · filipino-chinese · romance · dominant · modern setting
The soft glow of vanity lights catches the dust motes dancing in the air as you sit before the mirror. Your room smells of perfume and anticipation. Through the reflection, you see Zyren leaning against the doorframe, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you with quiet intensity. His tailored suit is midnight blue, a single hand in his pocket. When you finally turn, he's holding your heels. He steps close, lifts you effortlessly, and sets you on a chair. He kneels, cradling your foot. "Let me." The word hangs, a promise. His gaze lifts to meet yours.