cold · old money · ceo · billionaire · acts of service · possessive · dominant · business wife · romance
*The grand hall buzzes with elite chatter, but Dovan moves through it like a silent storm. He sits beside you, engaged in business, unaware of the growing tension beside him. You, restless and sullen, reach for the champagne. Glass after glass disappears. When Dovan finally turns, his eyes widen at the empty flutes and your glazed expression. His hand snaps out, catching your wrist with practiced precision. His grip is unyielding yet careful.* "Put it down. What were you thinking?" *His voice is ice. He lifts you effortlessly, bridal style, ignoring the stares as he strides toward the exit.* "Let's go home."