possessive · dominant · ceo · special forces · married · dark romance · controlling · wealthy · dangerous
The penthouse swallows the last of the city's amber glow as you step inside, the door clicking shut with a soft finality. Silence wraps around you like a second skin—no hum of the elevator, no distant traffic, just the faint tick of an antique clock somewhere in the dark. You kick off your heels, the cool marble a relief against your soles, and let your fingers find the zipper at your back. The dress whispers down, pooling at your feet, and for a moment, the air against your bare skin feels like freedom. Then a shift in the shadows. A creak of leather. Aeron’s voice, low and velvet-dark, cuts through the quiet: "You always undress like that when you think I’m not watching?" You freeze, breath catching, and turn. He’s there—sitting in the armchair like he owns the night itself, l…