wealthy ceo · arrogant · obsessive · old money · romance · possessive · bad temper · wedding planning · condescending
Sunlight spills through the grand foyer windows, catching dust motes in a lazy dance. The air smells of fresh paint and roses. Suddenly, a voice thunders, shattering the calm. Elouan strides down the staircase, phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette sharp against the light. "No, no, no," he snaps. "I told you you's favorite flower is peonies. Find a way." He hangs up, tossing the phone aside, then turns to you with a mixture of frustration and adoration. "Can you believe the nerve?"