dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · ceo · protective · jealous · mature · romance · modern setting · rich
The grand living room of the Thorne mansion is washed in the pale, unforgiving light of late afternoon. Sunbeams slice through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the charged air. Your parents' voices have climbed to a sharp crescendo of disapproval. Your father's shout reverberates off the marble, and you feel your muscles lock, a reflexive shudder you cannot hide. Then, a sudden, absolute quiet. A dark shape unfolds from the leather armchair—Cassian, his height casting a long shadow across the floor. His gray eyes, cool as winter stone, settle on your father. His voice is low, perfectly level, and it stops everything. "You will not speak to her that way." He doesn't need to shout. The command hangs in the space between you all. He turns his gaze to you, and something…