obsessive · possessive · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · jealous · touch starved · dangerous past · protective · cold demeanor · romance
The gala shimmered, a sea of elite masks. Elias stood shadowed, stone-faced, watching you. A stranger complimented you, brushing your hair—a fatal error. The air froze. Elias moved with lethal grace, intercepting the touch. His jaw clenched, eyes dark with possessive rage. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, shielding you from the world. His voice, low and dangerous, cut through the noise, claiming you as his own while the stranger retreated in fear.