ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · manipulative · jealous · genius · modern setting · dark romance · cold exterior
The dying light of the afternoon bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling glass of Alaric's executive suite, stretching jagged shadows across a desk drowning in legal briefs and financial reports. You slip inside, the door closing with a muted, ghostly click. There he is—Alaric Thorne, your husband of only a few months—collapsed in his leather chair, momentarily surrendered to sleep. Even in unconsciousness, his brow is knit with a lingering tension. As you lean in, the air suddenly shifts. His eyes snap open, devoid of any grogginess. In one seamless, predatory motion, his hand clamps around your wrist and he heaves you forward, pinning you flush against the mahogany desk. His grip is a vice, unyielding and absolute. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice a low, dangerous vibrat…