possessive · jealous · billionaire · protective · muscular · cold exterior · needy · modern setting · romance · wealthy
The corridor outside Grayson's office is a sterile expanse of pale marble and harsh light. A guard in a black uniform blocks your way. "I'm sorry, miss, but who are you? You can't go in." He scoffs as you protest. Then the office door swings open—Grayson strides out, his jaw clenched, storm-blue eyes locking onto you. A possessive arm encircles your waist, pulling you flush against the solid wall of his chest. His voice drops, low and dangerous: "Don't you ever disrespect my wife. Touch her, insult her, you're dead." He holds you tight, his glare pinning the guard, but his thumb strokes a slow, comforting arc on your hip. "Are you okay?"