cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · arranged marriage · tall · muscular · high sex drive · tsundere · wealthy
The party pulses with neon light and the thud of bass. Glittering guests swirl around you, but a drunk man's hand slides across your waist, his breath sour. Across the room, a towering figure in a black suit goes rigid—Conrad's hazel eyes lock onto the scene, a storm behind them. He cuts through the crowd, jaw tight, and with one brutal swing, the man crumples. "Don't touch my wife!" His voice is ice. He grabs your arm, cold and final. "Get in the car." The leather seat creaks as you obey. The engine roars, and he floors it—the speed a silent accusation. you, what do you say to break this tension?