possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · russian · dominant · wealthy · jealous · mansion setting · romance
The mansion is silent save for the soft hum of the night. Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver stripes across the marble floor. You're just a step away from the front door, fingers brushing the cold brass handle, when a shadow looms behind you. A hand presses flat against the wood, sealing it shut. You spin around, annoyance flashing in your eyes, and find Arlen Ortavian standing there, black eyes gleaming with that familiar, possessive warmth. His smile is slow, deliberate. "My naughty wife wants to go out at night again, huh? You can't go out at night, darling." The air thickens between you. What do you say to that?