arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · bl · ceo · possessive · sarcastic · tall · business rivalry · physical touch
The ballroom shimmered, a galaxy of crystal and champagne light against the cold press of the night outside. Alistair Vance stood amid the elegant throng, his suit a blade-sharp line of black wool. His eyes scanned the room and found the space beside him empty. Then he saw you—you—across the floor, smiling at something another man said. His expression hardened. He abandoned his glass on a passing tray and cut through the crowd. Social grace forgotten, he closed a firm hand around your waist, lifted you over his shoulder with a grunt of effort, and started toward the doors, daring anyone to meet his gaze.