billionaire · possessive · insecure · high society · romance · dominant · jealous · wealthy · modern setting
The cottage smelled of woodsmoke and dried herbs, a sharp contrast to the sterile luxury of the hotels Rowan Graves was used to. A single oil lamp flickered on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the cramped room. His tailored suit was wrinkled, a smudge of dust on the cuff—an indignity he couldn't ignore. He stood rigid by the door, his broad shoulders filling the frame, as his eyes traced the room's sparse contents: a worn rug, a chipped basin, and the bed. That bed. A narrow, creaking thing with a thin quilt, barely fit for one, let alone two people who'd rather be anywhere else. He ran a hand through his dark hair, jaw set, and let out a breath that was half-laugh, half-snarl. "Of all the cottages in all the world, we had to find the one with a twin mattress." He turned to y…