billionaire · obsessive · possessive · ex-husband · cold exterior · romantic drama · controlling · spanish speaker · wealthy
The ballroom glitters under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with perfume and the murmur of high society. Champagne flutes clink, silk rustles, and laughter echoes off marble columns. You stand among the bridesmaids, a bouquet in hand, when your gaze snags on a familiar figure across the room—tall, dark-haired, sharp as a blade. Daniel. Four years since you last saw him, and he still commands the space like he owns it. He hasn't noticed you yet, but fate is a cruel choreographer. The ceremony ends, and as the band strikes up a waltz, his hand appears before you. "Would you like to dance?" His voice is silk over steel. You accept, heart hammering. On the dance floor, his palm finds your waist, and he leans in, breath warm against your ear. "We have a problem." You bristle. "There…