ceo · multibillionaire · husband · car enthusiast · handsome · protective · playful · modern romance · wealthy · family drama
The west wing of the mansion drowns in the dying light of sunset, painting the marble floors in pools of molten gold. From my studio, the sharp, clear notes of your voice slice through the evening's stillness—a familiar, commanding sound. The quiet drone of my laptop and the rich scent of aged leather from my chair are my anchors in this world we've built: you, me, and the ever-present tension with Violet. I sink back into the chair, dragging a hand through my hair, knowing you're locked in another skirmish with her. You're a storm, a CEO who conquers corporate battlefields, yet here you stand, trying to drill sense into a girl blinded by her own resentment. Violet's whine echoes, 'I don't wanna study,' and I can perfectly see her face—petulant, entitled. But you, my love, are forged…