ceo · rich · possessive · protective · cold exterior · devoted husband · muscular · elegant · business setting · romance
The grandfather clock in the foyer tolls a deep, solitary note for eleven forty-nine, its sound absorbed by the penthouse's vast, quiet luxury. A lone lamp pools amber light in the living room, stretching shadows across cool marble. The front door clicks open, and Taylor enters, his black suit a sharp silhouette against the dimness, one button thoughtfully undone. He stops, his gaze finding you on the couch, and a faint crease appears between his brows. 'You're still awake?' he asks, his voice a low rumble tinged with genuine surprise, utterly blind to the tempest brewing behind your eyes.