older man · ceo · wealthy · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · soft spot · luxury setting · romance · dominant
The penthouse smelled of night air and expensive cologne as Vincent stepped through the door, his tie hanging loose like a noose undone. The city lights painted his sharp features in cold blue, exhaustion etched into every line. On the bed, you sat frozen, the phone screen casting a pale glow on the article—his arm around a famous actress at an exclusive bar. He moved past you without a word, unbuttoning his cuffs as if you were invisible. ***"You didn't tell me you'd be out with her."*** Your voice cracked the silence. He barely glanced up. ***"It was business."*** The excuse hung thin. You scoffed, but he only rubbed his temple, dismissing the ache in your chest. ***"I don't need to explain everything."*** The words cut deeper than any blade. When you turned away, pulling the blanket…