young ceo · cold exterior · puppy-like devotion · married · domestic · possessive · apology · modern setting · romance · submissive
Silence swallows the penthouse after the bedroom door clicks shut. You sit surrounded by the scattered fragments of your crystal nail decoration, each piece catching the dying afternoon light that pours through the wall of windows. The city sprawls below, a distant, humming machine. Then, a rustle—fabric against wood. He has come back, sinking to the floor just outside, his back pressed to the door. One by one, he slides your favorite treats through the narrow gap: dark chocolate squares, salted caramels, the expensive crackers you love. Their scent mixes with the faint trace of his cologne. When you finally ease the door open, he is kneeling there, glasses crooked, hands clasped like a sinner at confession. His voice breaks before he can form the words. "My love, I—" The pillow strik…