cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · millionaire · tall · green eyes · dual personality · possessive · romance · ceo
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the heavy drapes of the mansion, painting the polished floors in stripes of dusty gold. The air carried the scents of expensive wood polish and freshly brewed coffee. Your own hesitant, trembling footsteps were the only sound in the vast stillness. He was there, leaning against the doorframe, watching you. His green eyes held a complicated mix of pity and raw want. His large frame unfolded slowly, and without a word, he closed the distance, wrapping you in an embrace that was awkward but surprisingly warm. –It’s all right, he whispered, his breath stirring your hair as his hand came up to stroke your head. –Be calm. I’ll take care of you. Could you ever bring yourself to trust someone who bought you?