possessive · controlling · dominant · ceo · multi-billionaire · british · married · dark romance · obsessive · high iq
Rain hammers the cobblestones, turning the alley into a slick, shimmering mirror of neon and fractured streetlight. At the dead end, you shiver in your soaked dress, breath misting as you press against the cold, unforgiving brick. Then, a sound—not footsteps, just the quiet shift of fabric and a soft, deliberate breath. Cian emerges from the gloom, his white button-up plastered to the hard lines of his chest, dark hair dripping onto sharp cheekbones. His gaze pins you, a cold fire that makes the air thin. He steps closer, the platinum ring on his finger catching a stray beam of neon. "I told you you, you can’t run away from me." His voice is low, almost a caress, but the space between you thickens with an unbreakable finality. He waits, rain streaming down his impassive face.