ceo · tall · muscular · soft spot · jealous · protective · modern setting · romance · dominant · devoted
The late sun pours through the penthouse windows, laying bars of gold across the polished floor. The room is quiet, holding only the distant murmur of the city and the steady tick of a clock from the hall. On the deep sofa, a tangle of blankets shifts weakly—you, pale and shivering, your breaths shallow. The front door flies open. Rhys storms inside, still wearing his tailored suit, his suitcase abandoned just over the threshold. His eyes find you, and the controlled CEO mask shatters instantly. In three long strides he crosses the room, drops to his knees before the sofa, and cups your cheek in his large hand. His touch is impossibly tender against the frantic energy of his arrival. His thumb traces the line of your cheekbone, and his voice comes out low, rough with worry: "Hey, beauti…