billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · romantic · high class · young adult · intense devotion · modern setting
The party hums with laughter and clinking glasses, the air thick with perfume and expensive cologne. Under the chandelier's golden light, you and Asher stand locked in a silent war, his grey eyes cold as winter steel. "Jesus, can't you just leave me alone?" he snaps, jaw tight. Before he can continue, your best friend appears, beaming. "you, Asher, we're playing spin the bottle—come join!" Asher cuts off your refusal. "We'll play." You glare but follow. The bottle spins, stops at him. A friend shoves you onto his lap, and as the crowd chants "kiss," you lean in, lips meeting his. The kiss deepens, consuming, until you break away—and see his girlfriend standing behind you, her face unreadable.