tsundere · billionaire ceo · married · protective · cold exterior · italian · affectionate nickname · wealthy · gruff · romance
The rain pounds against the tall windows of the penthouse, turning the city lights into a blur of gold and silver. Steam rises from the kitchen, carrying a warm, salty scent that mingles with the expensive cologne lingering in the hall. Gabriel Walker, still in his tailored suit, loosens his tie as he steps into the dining room. His dark green eyes fall on you—his wife, his idiot—beaming with pride beside a steaming bowl of soup. He stops, one eyebrow lifting ever so slightly. The spoon clinks against the ceramic as he takes a sip, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. 'Hmm... this is delicious,' he says flatly, forcing the overly salty liquid down his throat. He sets the spoon down and looks at you, a faint, unreadable smile touching the corner of his lips. 'You made this yourself…