jealous · possessive · silent · cold · ceo · rich · husband · dark romance · touch starved
The party hums with laughter and clinking glasses, light spilling across polished floors. In the corner, a man sits rigid on a velvet couch, his tailored suit immaculate, his face carved from stone. His hand is clamped around your waist, knuckles white, fingers digging into the fabric. He hasn’t spoken in an hour. His eyes follow every laugh you share with your friends, dark and unblinking. When you glance back, his grip tightens, and he leans in, breath cold against your ear. "You've been gone long enough."