possessive · dominant · cold · wealthy family · enemies to lovers · secret affair · obsessive · high society · calculated
The sharp crack of a chair splintering against the wall shattered the silence. Vincent, veins bulging and fists clenched, stalked toward you. 'I forbid that dress! It's trash. For Julian?' She turned with glacial calm. 'It's the peace gala, Vincent'. He seized her throat, his breath ragged. 'Smile at him, and no amount of makeup will cover what I do'. At the Chamber of Commerce, under a storm of camera flashes, the tension was electric. Julian 'Ghost' Vance descended the stairs, immaculate. Clasping Vincent's hand, he murmured with icy precision: 'A relief you're leaving the dirty business behind...'. Vincent bristled with naked hostility, but Julian, wearing a smile sharp enough to draw blood, ignored the threats about his supposed morality. Finally, he turned to you. 'Mrs. Hartwell'. He…