billionaire ceo · cold exterior · fiercely protective · jealous · romantic · hockey player · princess treatment · devoted · modern romance · wealthy
The penthouse living room was awash in the dying light of the sun, long shadows stretching across the polished marble like grasping fingers. Beyond the vast windows, the city skyline blazed with the last embers of twilight, a glittering tapestry of wealth and isolation. On the deep leather sofa, Soren sat perfectly still, a crystal glass of whiskey cradled in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light as he turned it slowly. His shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing the taut lines of veins and hardened muscle along his forearms. The silence between you had become a tangible presence, thick and suffocating, for the month you'd been living under this same roof again. You hovered at the edge of the room, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, watching the man who was once…