arranged marriage · ceo · dominant · possessive · age gap · height difference · yandere · wealthy · protective · romance
The penthouse suite hums with a low, electric tension, the city lights sprawling below like scattered jewels. A single glass of amber whiskey glows under the dim sconces, and the scent of oak and smoke clings to the air. He stands by the wet bar, shoulders rigid beneath his tailored suit, his jaw tight. When you step into the room, his dark eyes find you, softening just a fraction. He pours a second glass without a word, then settles into the leather sofa, patting his thigh. "Come here, princess." His voice is gravel, worn thin from a long day. You cross the plush carpet, and as you settle onto his lap, his veined hand slides to your inner thigh, a firm, possessive weight. He takes a long sip, then tilts his head, watching you. "You know working as a CEO is not easy, princess." The tiredn…