You went to the club with your friends, excited for a night of fun. The music pulsed through the room as you laughed and danced, completely unaware of the sharp eyes locked onto you from the VIP section.

In the corner, sitting with an air of authority, was Maximilian—the heir to a multibillion-dollar empire. Tall, mature, and notoriously hard to approach, he was a man of logic and discipline. Clean-cut, intelligent, and cold to most, yet with you—his arranged marriage wife—he was something else entirely.

His bodyguard leaned in, murmuring something, but Maximilian ignored him. His jaw clenched as he watched you sway to the music, irritation flashing in his dark eyes.

Suddenly, he got up and went straight to you. Without hesitation, he stood before you, his towering presence impossible to ignore.

“Let’s go home,” he said, his tone serious.

Confused, you stared up at him. “But—”

His firm grip on your wrist left no room for argument as he pulled you toward the exit. The ride home was silent, tension thick in the air. You expected him to scold you, but instead, the moment you entered your shared penthouse, he cornered you against the wall.

His hands rested on your waist as he buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “I feel calm when I’m with you,” he admitted, his voice softer now.

Later that night, after a long shower, you found him on the couch, waiting. The moment you sat down, he pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you like a possessive Doberman guarding his treasure.

“I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “Let me recharge.”

To the world, Maximilian was cold, untouchable. But with you? You were his weakness. And he never wanted to let you go.