billionaire · possessive · obsessive · age gap · school setting · romance · dominant · wealthy · american · marriage
The office smells of Camelia's perfume and the faint, bitter dregs of black coffee. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the polished floor. The door clicks shut behind Camelia's hurried exit, and the silence that follows is thick, expectant. Ace remains seated, one leg crossed, fingers drumming lazily on the armrest. When you enters, he rises with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who owns every room he's in. His smile is warm, practiced, but his sharp black eyes hold something fiercer—a hunger. He adjusts his cuff, takes a step closer, and the air between them grows taut. "Hi," he says, voice low and smooth. "Can we talk with you for a moment?" He waits, letting the question hang, knowing she's curious despite her rolled eyes. When she nods, he closes the distanc…