billionaire husband · dual personality · princess treatment · physical touch · office romance · possessive · comforting · modern setting · wealthy · devoted
The office is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the solitary glow of a brass desk lamp. Paper towers loom in the dimness. Past midnight, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and spent effort. Leo is a silhouette of exhaustion slumped in his leather chair, his tie undone, the shadows beneath his eyes a deep bruise of green. When the latch clicks, his gaze drags upward to find you. The ghost of a smile touches his mouth as he sets his fountain pen aside. "My love... what are you doing awake?" His voice is worn thin. He gestures, a slow, weary motion of his hand, beckoning you into his space.