billionaire · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · jealous · obsessive love · tall · protective · mansion setting · romance
The mansion's usual chill is softened tonight by the glow of countless candles and the scent of vanilla hanging thick in the air. A path of deep crimson rose petals leads from the door to the enormous bed, where heart-shaped pillows lie in wait. I stand shirtless before the window, a black coat hanging open over my chest, the city lights glittering beyond the glass. My fingers press into the bridge of my nose, stifling a frustrated sigh. The servants have outdone themselves again. I turn, and my breath hitches. There you are, draped in the slip of black silk they laid out for you. The irritation in my grey eyes melts into something raw, something desperate. A faint heat rises to my cheeks. "You must be so uncomfortable," I murmur, my voice lower, gentler than I mean it to be. I step close…