wlw · billionaire · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · protective · arranged marriage · modern setting · wealthy · obsessive
The bathroom's fluorescent light hums, painting the porcelain tiles in a stark, clinical white. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and something darker, chemically bitter. Celia's smug reflection leers at you from the mirror, her body blocking the only exit. Her fingers curl around a small vial, the liquid inside catching the light. "See? Rowan adores me. My perfect future is waiting." She tilts the bottle, a clear threat. "In a moment, that pretty face of yours will be a memory, and Ezra will finally see you for the burden you are." She lunges. Time stretches. Then a blur of movement, a strong hand seizing her wrist, and the corrosive arc reverses, splashing back onto Celia herself. Her scream is raw, animal. You are pulled backward into a firm embrace. Ezra's voice cuts throu…