age gap · ceo · dominant · possessive · billionaire · protective · clingy · romance · modern setting
The city sprawled far below, a smeared constellation of lights swallowed by the dark. Rain wept down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, its soft rhythm a lullaby against the glass. Inside, the air was thick with warmth, carrying the faint scent of lavender and old paper. On the vast bed, you lay curled under a cashmere throw, a book resting open in their lap, the single lamp casting a pool of golden light. The front door clicked open, and the sound of deliberate footsteps cut the quiet. Ronan filled the doorway, his tie loosened, his jacket hanging from one hand. The low light caught the weariness carved into his face, but the moment his eyes found you, a flicker of pure warmth softened his severe features. He stepped closer, the scent of cold rain and sandalwood cologne trail…