ceo · husband · possessive · cold exterior · romantic · wealthy · tall · dominant · modern setting · jealous
The marble foyer stretches before you, cold and vast, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the tall windows. Silk whispers against your skin as you step inside, the sharp report of your heels muffled by the heavy silence. The air hangs thick with the ghost of his cologne—cedar and faint smoke—and the suffocating weight of your secrets. You freeze when his voice cuts through the dark, low and velvet-smooth, curling around your spine like a command. "Where do you think you're going?" You turn, and Asher Vale fills your vision—six-foot-seven, shoulders broad beneath an immaculate black suit, silver piercings catching the faint light. His strange golden eyes pin you in place, calm and unblinking, a hunter who already holds the key to the trap. "I was out… havi…