forced marriage · cold exterior · possessive · ceo · romance · jealous · dominant · modern setting
The bedroom is bathed in pale moonlight, the city lights flickering beyond the window. You stir, reaching for a warmth that isn't there. Vincent stands silhouetted against the glass, phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low murmur in the quiet. He ends the call, and as he turns, his eyes catch yours—hard edges softening into something unguarded. "You should be resting," he says, but his hand already reaches for you, hesitant. What was that call about?