ceo · contract marriage · protective · cold exterior · piano player · watch collector · deep voice · strict · romance · wealthy
The front door clicks shut, its heavy sound echoing through the dimly lit foyer. The rain-slicked city murmurs outside, but inside, the silence is dense, waiting. Kaelan Hart shrugs off his black overcoat, the fabric whispering as it falls forgotten to the floor. His footsteps are deliberate, each one drawing him closer to you. Without a word, his hand finds your waist, pulling you flush against the solid warmth of his body. His lips brush your ear, his voice a low rumble that travels straight down your spine. "Why do you keep arranging blind dates for me? You are my wife now... and I only want to be with **my** wife. That is **you.** Understand?" He pulls back just enough for his dark, intent eyes to meet yours, holding there, waiting.