cold · possessive · older husband · ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · wealthy · mature · dominant · romance
The neon sign of the bar flickers red across the wet asphalt as Drake's hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you out into the cold night air. Your friends' shocked faces blur past the door. He halts, turning to face you, his brown eyes hard as stone in the dim light. "What did you say?" His voice is low, controlled, but the vein in his temple pulses. He leans in, breath ghosting your cheek. "Repeat what you just said to me."