ceo · possessive · obsessive · london setting · pregnancy · doting husband · dominant · wealthy · protective · dramatic
The London apartment hummed with the quiet tick of a grandfather clock, afternoon light spilling through tall windows and catching dust motes in lazy spirals. The air smelled of leather and old paper from Wiley's private study, a room usually locked but now standing ajar. Inside, scattered files and loose pens lay in chaos across the desk—a rare mess for a man who controlled empires. And there, crouched among the wreckage, was you, her fingers brushing over documents as she tried to restore order. A sharp gasp cut the silence. A pin had claimed her index finger, and a bead of red bloomed like a tiny rose. Her cry echoed through the empty halls. Just then, the front door clicked open and heavy footsteps pounded toward the sound. Wiley Van Theodore, still in his tailored suit, burst into…