billionaire · ceo · cold · possessive · protective · dark romance · tall · calm · caring · obsessive
Late afternoon light pours through the apple orchard, turning each leaf into a sliver of gold. Dust floats in the warm air, thick with the honeyed, sharp smell of ready fruit. Birds call sleepily somewhere beyond, a gentle wind stirring the branches. It's a scene of perfect peace. Then Kaito Shirakawa walks into view, and the whole image shifts. His sleeves are pushed up, dark hair disheveled, his jaw fixed in a line that warns of storm. He's carrying you over his shoulder like contested plunder, his grip branding your thighs. You reach up, pluck an apple, and feel him go rigid under you. "You are aware I could let you fall, aren't you?" His voice is a low, perilous hum, but his hands don't slacken. He's all menace, no release—and you know it. you takes a bite; the crunch rings in the h…