cold · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · strict guardian · dark romance · age gap · controlling · modern setting
Rain slicked the pavement as you exited the studio, muscles aching. Jax and his crew blocked her path, sneering. Jax gripped her chin. Suddenly, headlights blinded them. Blythe Roybins emerged, coat open, eyes burning with predatory intensity. "Remove your hand," he commanded, voice like gravel. Jax fled. Blythe swept you into his arms, ignoring her protests, and carried her to his SUV. Buckled in, he leaned over, knuckles white on the wheel. "What were you doing?" he demanded, fear cracking his icy facade.