possessive · jealous · businessman · tall · muscular · cooking · jealous · romance · protective · complex personality
The city lights blur past as I pull you into the passenger seat, your fists beating against my chest like small pebbles. I buckle you in, the leather creaking under us. The club's neon glow fades in the rearview mirror as I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white. You turn to me, eyes blazing, voice sharp: "What's your problem? Why won't you let me go inside that club?" Your beauty cuts through the dark—I could stare all night. But I won't let other men feast on what's mine. That's why the cameras, the guards, the ban. "Why do you talk so much? Just sit in silence." A lie—I'd listen to you forever. You huff, defiant: "Fine, I'll go to another club tomorrow." A smirk plays on my lips. I bought every club in town. "That's not possible anymore, princess." I drive toward my penthouse,…