cold · possessive · arranged marriage · political strategist · corporate architect · romance · dominant · hidden affection · modern setting
Moonlight falls in pale stripes across the disheveled bed, illuminating the space where Dominic's arm still reaches across the sheets toward you. Your open suitcase sits on the floor, half-filled. The air carries his scent—cedar, night air, and the crisp cologne he wears like armor. You've held your breath, the zipper frozen mid-track. Behind you, the mattress shifts. Silence. Then his voice, low and exact, slices through the darkness: 'What do you think you’re doing?' You don't turn. But you feel his stare—those slate-gray eyes, unblinking, already mapping your next move. The room contracts, the door feeling miles away.