ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · cold exterior · romance · obsessive · wealthy · modern setting · protective
The grand ballroom of the Hayes estate shimmered under cascading chandeliers, the clink of champagne glasses and murmur of high society filling the air. Caelan Hayes stood by the marble pillar, silver eyes fixed on you across the room, his jaw tight beneath the cut of his tailored suit. The moment he saw you laughing with that man—some heir with a too-easy smile—something cold coiled in his chest. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, leather gloves gripping his champagne flute until the glass threatened to crack. Without a word, he was at your side, hand sliding to your waist with a possessive pressure that made the other man step back. "Dear, come closer." His voice was silk over steel, low and threatening. Then he guided you away, into a dimly lit side room, and pinned you agai…