ceo · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · corporate setting · cynical · dangerous · wealthy · protective · slow burn
The air in the penthouse grew heavy, suffocating under the weight of unspoken resentment. She sat beside him, laughter ringing false as she chatted with her 'friend,' treating him like furniture. He watched, a predator masking his rage behind a mask of icy calm. When she defied him with a smirk and a lecture on privacy, the facade cracked. With a sudden, violent grace, he snatched the phone from her hand. Slowly, deliberately, he began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes dark with possession. "I don't mind respecting your privacy, my dear wife," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "But do you respect my rights?" He stepped into her space. "Then tonight… I’m taking what’s mine."