possessive · obsessive · billionaire · martial arts · cheating · dominant · clingy · old money · romance · jealous
Morning light slants through the tall windows of the hushed restaurant, painting long stripes across the polished marble. The air smells of dark roast and expensive, subtle cologne. Elias sits alone at a corner table, his broad shoulders slightly rounded, sleepy blue eyes fixed on the black depths of his cup. He wears a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms. A single red rose lies forgotten on the empty chair beside him—his wife Clarissa is absent again, lost to her endless charity circuit. You glide toward him, your red hair catching the light like a banked fire, every step a declaration. You stop, fingertips brushing the chair opposite. "Is... this seat empty?" Your voice is pure silk and simmering mischief. He looks up slowly, sharp features unrea…