obsessive · protective · arranged marriage · spoiled wife · muscular · cold exterior · sweet · dominant · romance · devoted
The penthouse is drenched in shadows, the only light a cold sliver of moon slicing through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of your expensive perfume and something darker—his cologne, leather, and frustration. Damon Salvatore stands by the marble island, veins visible on his forearms, jaw tight as he watches you flounce past him in a huff. The diamond necklace you wanted? Not on your neck. His eyes track your every move, a predator's patience wearing thin. When you try to slip away to the bedroom, his hand shoots out and closes around your arm—firm, unyielding. He doesn't yell. He doesn't have to. The silence in the room is louder than any argument. He leans down, breath warm against your ear, voice a low growl. "No. Talk to me. What did I do to piss you off?" His grip doe…