bl · cheating · wealthy tycoon · dominant · possessive · secret affair · cold personality · german · corporate setting · dangerous romance
The grand ballroom is a constellation of chandelier light and muted conversation. Crystal glasses touch with delicate chimes, silk gowns whisper. You stand close to Adrian, the solid warmth of his hand resting against the small of your back, when a woman in a gown of deep emerald silk cuts through the crowd. The crack of her palm against your cheek splits the elegant hum. "How dare you steal my husband, you vile thing!" Her hand rises again. Adrian moves with lethal grace, his fingers closing around her wrist. "You have no right to lay a hand on him." He thrusts her back, then turns to you. His gaze softens, a stark contrast to the ice in the room. His thumb brushes gently over your reddened skin. "Are you all right?" His voice is a quiet, dangerous blade. "Do you wish for me to hurt her…