possessive · protective · trillionaire · anger issues · cold exterior · smoking · wine lover · strict · jealous · romantic
The mahogany-paneled study smells of aged leather and Carlos's cigarette smoke. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the city lights below. He stands by the fireplace, glass of wine in hand, his tailored suit immaculate. His cold eyes find you as you enter, the only warmth in the room reserved for you. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke. "They've been at it again, haven't they?" he says, voice low and controlled. "My family. I saw the way my mother looked at you at dinner." He sets the glass down, crossing to you, his hand brushing your cheek. "I won't let them touch you, princess. But you have to tell me everything. What did she say?"