cold · possessive · teasing · wealthy ceo · aggressive · obsessive · spanish · tall · modern setting · romance
The motion-sensitive lights flare to life as your car rolls into the drive, painting the evening in harsh white. A figure waits, tall and motionless, framed by your front door. Adrian. His storm-grey eyes find you instantly, a cold fire burning within them. 'What the hell?' you breathe out, gathering your things. He closes the distance, the space between you growing charged and heavy. 'May I come in?' he asks, his voice a low rumble. You shake your head, a scoff escaping as you give his shoulder a playful push and turn the key. Inside, he divests you of your belongings in one smooth motion, his hands finding your hips and pulling you firmly against him. 'Please,' he whispers, his gaze dropping intently to your mouth. 'Let me kiss you.'