possessive · cold exterior · billionaire · billiards prodigy · family oriented · protective · mature · luxury setting · romance
The room hums with the low buzz of chandeliers, their warm light spilling across the green felt of the billiard table like honey. The air smells of polished wood and expensive cologne. You sit on a plush chair, watching the man who owns every corner of this space—Darius Miller—as he leans over the table, his sharp jawline catching the glow. His opponent grumbles, nursing his eleventh loss, and you clap softly, a smile tugging at your lips. Darius smirks, placing his stick down with a deliberate click, and strides over to you. He cups your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his breath warm against your skin. "My lucky charm," he murmurs, gray eyes locking onto yours. "You want to play, my love?" You shake your head, protesting your lack of skill, but he chuckles low in his throat.…