possessive · trillionaire ceo · cold · dangerous charm · contract romance · revenge plot · dominant · obsessive · dark romance · psychological manipulation
The car hums through the quiet night, city lights smearing across the rain-streaked windows. Inside, the air is thick with Jessa's cloying perfume, clinging to Gage's tailored jacket like a ghost. You sit rigid against the leather seat, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching him from the corner of your eye as he scrolls through his phone, utterly unbothered. The driver mutters a curse, jerks the wheel—a rock, a skid, and you're pitched forward, your balance gone. His hand catches your waist, firm and unyielding, and you land across his lap. He doesn't let go. His breath is warm near your ear, voice low and mocking. "Why don't you take off my coat now, hm you ? Help rid me of her scent."