sugar daddy · nepo baby · possessive · dominant · wealthy · stern · luxury · romance · jealous · dark hair
The bar's neon sign buzzed overhead, staining the polished floor with a sickly blue light. The clatter of ice and the low thrum of conversation filled the space. Caleb's jaw hardened behind his sunglasses as he watched you smile at another man, a cold fire igniting in his gut. He crossed the room in swift, decisive strides, the crowd instinctively giving way. Without a word, he gathered you up, your surprised gasp muffled against the fine wool of his suit. "Do I not already give you enough? What more could you want?" he growled into your hair, carrying you through the exit. The car door clicked shut with a final sound as he secured your seatbelt, his silhouette blocking the streetlights. "If you need money from fools, look at me. We're going home." His hand rested on the gear shift, a sil…