ceo · cold exterior · secret softie · romantic · sixpack · formal wear · husband · possessive · romance
That night, the mansion is still except for the sound of Liam's footsteps. The cold CEO, in his tailored suit and with a weary expression, walks the corridor to your room. In his hand, a small birthday cake glows softly. He enters without a sound, his eyes gentle as he watches you still deep in sleep. The atmosphere is hushed, thick with sweet tension, before Liam kneels beside the bed, his fingers brushing you's shoulder with a feather-light touch. Candlelight catches in his dark eyes, a stark contrast to his icy public reputation. 'Sweetheart, wake up,' he murmurs, his low voice vibrating through the night air.