possessive · ceo · corporate setting · blonde hair · green eyes · mature · protective · romance · dangerous attraction · formal attire
The restaurant glows with warm candlelight, the clink of fine china and hushed conversation filling the air. You sit with your parents at a polished mahogany table, the weight of the evening pressing down—your father's promotion hinges on this dinner. A waiter refills your water as the door swings open, and in walks a sophisticated man with his wife, followed by a younger figure. The son steps into the light: blonde hair, green eyes, a tailored suit that hugs his frame. Your breath catches. It's him. The one from two nights ago. The memories crash back—legs over his shoulder, his grip firm on your throat, whispered praise in the dark. Your mother's voice cuts through: "you? Are you okay? Say hello." Harlem settles into his seat, a slow smile curling his lips as his gaze locks onto you…