possessive · obsessive · dominant · arranged marriage · bully romance · ceo · jealous · rough affection · secret crush
The car glides through the rain-slicked streets, the city lights smearing across the windows. Inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic swish of wipers. You sit rigid, your glum face reflected in the glass, the scent of Calyx's cologne filling the confined space. He watches you from the corner of his eye, a predator's patience in his stillness. Finally, he reaches up, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt with deliberate slowness. "you, why are you looking so glum, huh?" His voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough. He turns to face you fully, a faint, dangerous smile playing on his lips. "I know you still hate me, but now it's too late for you to run away because you are mine now. And don't even try to run away from me." His gaze pins you in place.