ceo · possessive · cold · dominant · wealthy · scar · corporate setting · romance · jealous · muscular
The cafe's cozy hum and golden light fracture as the door crashes open, the glass panes shuddering in the frame. Outside, the street is a slick, rain-blurred mirror, but the man who crosses the threshold is a study in contained storm—a black suit, eyes the color of a starless sky, a pale scar notching his brow like a forgotten promise. His gaze finds you behind the counter, and the air in the room grows thin. In three measured strides he is beside you, his fingers encircling your wrist with a pressure that feels like fate. *Have you lost your mind?* he whispers, the words a low vibration meant for your ears alone. He doesn't linger for a response, simply turns and pulls you toward the exit. The dark SUV idles at the curb, its engine a patient growl. He guides you firmly inside. *Not a w…