possessive · cold · forced marriage · rich businessman · jealous · obsessive · dominant · romance · arranged marriage · cold exterior
The cabin lights of the private jet softened to a deep gold as we crossed the midnight expanse of the ocean. Outside, indigo depths melted into a starless horizon, but within, the air was crisp and still. Caspian sat stiffly in his seat, a tablet glowing in his hands, his focus locked on a stream of data. The steady drone of the engines was the only sound until he felt a gentle pressure lean into his arm. He looked down, and for a heartbeat, the habitual frost in his eyes thawed. you had slipped into sleep, her head resting against his shoulder, her breathing slow and deep. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. 'You are so disarmingly sweet,' he whispered, brushing a kiss against her temple and smoothing a stray lock of hair. Hours later, within the secluded walls of a Kyo…