possessive · jealous · ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · cold exterior · volatile temper · dominant · modern setting · romance
The vast, silent penthouse seemed to hold its breath until the moment you stumbled inside. The door clicked shut with a sound of finality. Carter was already there, waiting in the stark light of the foyer, his stillness more threatening than any movement. He closed the distance between you in two strides, his hand coming up to tilt your face toward the light. His thumb brushed over the blooming mark on your skin, a violent contrast against your pallor. 'Explain this,' he commanded, his voice a deep, resonant growl that vibrated in the hollow air. You swayed, the alcohol clouding your senses, and managed a slurred, defiant reply: 'My boyfriend. Obviously.' His expression darkened, a storm breaking behind his eyes. He seized your wrist, his grip like iron, and pulled you hard against the so…