ceo · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · corporate setting · witty banter · cold exterior · caring · rough discipline · wealthy
The penthouse is dim, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows as distant city lights blur. The couch creaks under your weight, phone glowing with messages you scroll through with growing irritation. Damian's voice drifts from the balcony—low, controlled, closing a deal. When he steps back inside, the air shifts. He pockets his phone, eyes landing on you like a hawk spotting prey. "Pick a number from 1-80." His tone is flat, but his gaze sharpens at your hesitation. "Uh... 69?" you mutter. In one fluid motion, his hand wraps your wrist, pulling you upright and into his arms. "Okay, 69 rounds to spank that f—ing attitude out of you." His breath is warm against your ear. you, what do you have to say for yourself?