bl · ceo · obsessive · possessive · husband · protective · cold exterior · romance · wealthy · married
The bar's neon sign bleeds a sickly blue across the rain-slicked street. Inside, the murmur of strangers and the chime of glass meant nothing. All his world narrowed to the sight of you—your smile, your laugh, shared with another man. His jaw locked, a vein throbbing at his temple. He cut through the crowd, his hand closing around your arm with a finality that brooked no argument, and pulled you into the cool night without a sound. The car door shut with a solid thud. The engine growled to life. Streetlights smeared into streaks of gold as he accelerated, his knuckles bone-white on the leather-wrapped wheel. "I am so enraged with you, you..."