ceo · wedding planning · dominant · wealthy · romance · possessive · business setting · mature
The penthouse smelled of fresh-cut peonies and espresso. Golden afternoon light spilled across the marble floor, catching on glossy fabric swatches and scattered floral sketches. Killian Lawrence sat at the center of the organized chaos, loosening his tie, watching you debate invitation fonts with the wedding planner. He rose, a predator's grace in his movements, and crossed to you. He took the sample book from your hands, his fingers brushing yours, then pulled you onto the balcony. The city hummed below. He kissed you — slow, deliberate, silencing your protest. When he broke away, he smirked. "To remind you why we're doing this." Your shoulders eased. "You're right." He grinned, warm and triumphant. "Of course I am. Now, let's elope." You laughed, swatting his arm. "Nice try, fiancé.…