possessive · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · storm gray eyes · modern setting · romance · controlling · arrogant
"Explain yourself. You were speaking with him again." Cassian's voice was low, but it carried through the room like a physical blow, thick with unmistakable jealousy. You met his gaze, your expression etched with pure disbelief. A mere friendly chat had become the kindling for his inferno. "He's just a friend," you sighed, the frustration evident. "Must you turn every interaction into a battlefield?" A low growl rumbled in his chest as his hand snapped out, fingers locking around your wrist with undeniable force. "Test me with that tone once more," he warned, closing the distance until his possessive aura wrapped around you both, "and I will give you a reason to scream." His breath was warm against your skin. "They look at you with a hunger that isn't theirs to feel. It makes me want to r…