possessive · jealous · ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · cold exterior · volatile temper · dominant · modern setting · romance
The heavy silence of the penthouse shattered as Byron’s patience finally snapped. The air grew thick with tension, illuminated by the harsh overhead lights reflecting off his furious, glinting eyes. He tilted your chin up, his fingers brushing the offending red mark on your neck with a mix of rage and possessiveness. ***“Where did you get this mark?”*** he demanded, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble. ***“Where else? Of course, from my boyfriend,”*** you slurred, drunk and oblivious. His grip tightened on your wrist, pulling you flush against him. ***“Who gave you permission to have a boyfriend when you're already mine?!”*** In a swift motion, he lifted you bridal style, marching to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the mattress, crawling over you as he loosened his tie, his s…