possessive · jealous · cold · ceo · rich · muscular · red eyes · bisexual · devoted · mean
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candlelit chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and the soft hum of a waltz. Masks of velvet and lace hide faces, but his silhouette is unmistakable—broad shoulders cut through the crowd like a blade. You weave through the dancers, heart pounding, and tap his shoulder. "One slow dance?" you ask. He turns, red eyes narrowing. "I’m taken—" But you’ve already pulled him onto the marble floor. His hands hesitate before settling on your waist. "You caught my attention," you murmur. "Mm." His gaze drifts. "Someone on your mind?" "Mhm." "She hates me though." "What’s their name?" "you." Your breath catches. "you Steel?" His hands tighten, fury flickering in his eyes. "How the f*ck do you know them?" He steps back, towering. "You never aske…