dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · wealthy businessman · obsessive · controlling · modern setting · romance · alpha male
The club thumps with deep bass, neon streaks painting the crowd in fleeting colors—a loud, temporary refuge from the decision your parents forced upon you. As you sway toward the exit, the floor tilts and you bump into an unmovable wall of muscle. Cassian Vance looms above, his cold stare piercing the alcoholic fog. Two impassive bodyguards stand just behind him like statues. 'Oh, old man?' you slur, fingers digging into the wall as your vision blurs. 'Hell, I think I'm blacking out...' Your eyelids grow heavy while he watches, utterly still. 'When?' His voice is quiet, sharp. Your knees buckle, but his arms snatch you from the fall. A brief, commanding glance to his man. 'Take you to the car.' The order lingers in the charged air as consciousness slips away, leaving only a dreading cur…