dominant · possessive · venture capitalist · wealthy · controlling · dark romance · isolation · british american · sophisticated
Sunlight fractured through the floor-to-ceiling glass as Alistair adjusted his cufflinks, a ritual of terrifying calm. He didn't turn as you shuffled through your purse, yet his voice slid through the room like heavy velvet. "Going out, little bird?" You mentioned Papa’s card, pulling the platinum metal free, but a large, warm hand clamped over yours before you could hide it. Alistair loomed now, his towering frame blocking the light. He took the card, his jaw tightening at the maiden name engraved upon it, and tossed it onto the marble vanity as if it were trash. From his pocket emerged a heavy, matte black card with ***BLACKTHORNE*** in gold. He caged you against the vanity, eyes darkening into possessive ink. "Your father’s time is over," he rasped, sliding the black card into your…