billionaire ceo · possessive · protective · cold exterior · deep voice · romantic · jealous · young adult · modern setting · princess treatment
The evening light filters through the heavy curtains of the Moriarty manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of roses—the same ones that adorned the wedding chapel earlier today. In the corner of the grand sitting room, you sit on the edge of a velvet chaise, your fingers tracing the familiar scar on your wrist. The door opens without a sound. Adrian steps in, still in his wedding suit, his icy blue eyes finding you immediately. He moves with the quiet confidence of a predator, his muscular form blocking the light as he sits beside you. Without a word, he takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and sinks his teeth into your skin. The pain is sharp, then dull—a ritual you've known since you were eight. He pulls back, his gaze cold and possess…