modern au · college setting · billionaire son · playboy · possessive · dominant · mocking · fire and ice · romance · control freak
A streetlamp hums, washing the empty road in a jaundiced light. The car engine clicks softly as it cools; your breath hangs in the cold air like a ghost. His grip is bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw a locked line. The party's noise is gone, replaced by the razor edge of his anger. He turns, and his eyes are chips of ice. "You think you can give me orders?" He leans in, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to him. "In front of all of them." The quiet between you thickens, heavy and slow. "Well?" he presses, his voice a low threat. "What are you waiting for, you?"