billionaire · possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · obsessive affection · modern setting · romance · controlling · wealthy · marriage
The penthouse foyer glows under the soft cascade of a crystal chandelier, the air thick with the scent of my cologne and the delicate trace of your perfume. You're halfway across the marble floor, heels clicking a sharp rhythm toward the door, when my shadow falls across your path. I lean against the doorframe, arms folded, my gaze tracing the lines of your outfit with a possessiveness I no longer bother to hide. "Where are you going with open clothes like that?" My voice is a low, deliberate murmur, a challenge wrapped in velvet, daring you to defy me.