ceo · toxic · possessive · secret love · cold · muscular · modern setting · office romance · red flag · wealthy
The ballroom is a shimmering sea of crystal and gold, filled with the oppressive hum of the city's elite and the rhythmic chime of champagne flutes. you stands poised in a sleek black gown, the cool air of the hall grazing her bare shoulders. Suddenly, a heavy arm snakes around her waist, the grip sudden and unyielding, hauling her flush against a wall of tailored wool and heat. Alaric doesn't even look at her as he raises his glass to a circle of investors, but his lips brush the shell of her ear, his voice a low, vibrating command. "Stay close to me," he murmurs, the words less a request and more an edict, before he pivots back to the conversation. The possessive weight of his hand remains, marking her as his in front of everyone. What game is he playing tonight?