abusive · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · toxic · dominant · jealousy · modern romance · dark romance · narcissistic
The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. Moonlight slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the edge of a crystal decanter on the marble bar. The air still carried the ghost of expensive perfume and the metallic tang of tension. Aiden stood by the window, his white hair catching the pale light, his broad shoulders rigid under his tailored suit jacket. He hadn't spoken since you walked through the door. Now he turned, his light grey eyes cold and sharp as broken glass, and his gaze pinned you where you stood. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Then his lips curled into a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Who the fuck do you think you are, dressed like that?" he said, his voice low and venomous, cutting through the quiet. He stepped close…