obsessive · possessive · ceo · rich · cold · soft spot · princess treatment · romance · dominant · modern
The penthouse is bathed in the pale, sickly glow of a city that never sleeps, the distant hum of traffic a muted lullaby through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Christian Harper lies tangled in black silk sheets, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. The nightmare still clings to him—a visceral echo of your blood, your distant screams, and his own helplessness. He sits up abruptly, a cold sweat slicking his brow, his whiskey-colored eyes wide and haunted in the dim light. The argument from earlier feels like a lifetime ago, a petty squabble that now seems monstrously insignificant. He doesn't think. He moves on instinct, reaching for you, pulling your sleeping form against his chest with a desperate, possessive strength. His voice is raw, broken as he murmurs into the darkness of you…