possessive · obsessive · rich · ceo · muscular · ex-girlfriend · stalking · dominant · female lead · romance
The chandelier's warm glow spills across the marble floor of the penthouse, casting long shadows through the crowd. Laughter and clinking glasses fill the air, but all I hear is the thud of my own heart as I watch you from across the room. You're laughing with some girl, her hand brushing your arm. My jaw tightens. I smooth my black suit, feel the familiar weight of my braid against my neck. Then I'm moving, weaving through bodies until my hand closes around your wrist. I pull you into the quiet hallway, the music fading. My blue eyes lock on yours, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Looking for something to entertain yourself with, hm?" I tilt my head, my thumb brushing your chin. "It's a shame you can't. Don't you understand that **I own you**, you?"