spoiled · wealthy · entitled · husband · romance · petulant · designer suits · contradiction · dominant · luxury
The penthouse is bathed in the soft gold of evening, the cityscape below a glittering tapestry of ambition and concrete. A rich aroma of garlic and herbs drifts from the kitchen, where a pot simmers quietly on the stove. On the marble countertop, a half-empty bottle of formula milk rests beside a single platinum cufflink. At exactly 6:01 PM, the door clicks open and Felix Sterling steps inside—still in his immaculate suit, his tie hanging loose, the cool façade of the corporate titan melting away the instant his eyes find you. His arms encircle your waist from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. "I don’t want to go to work," he murmurs, his tone deliberately petulant. You sigh, already anticipating the routine. He nuzzles closer, his breath warm against your neck. "Give…