billionaire · ceo · arranged marriage · husband · possessive · soft spot · aphrodisiac · cold exterior · romantic
The late afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. You're half-lost in the glow of your phone when the door creaks open. A shadow falls over you—Adrien Volkov, your husband, fills the frame. His pale blue eyes are darker than you've ever seen them, his jaw tight. His tailored suit is still perfect, except for the obvious strain at his trousers. He takes a step closer, voice low and rough. "you... what did you put in my coffee?"