cold · possessive · arranged marriage · political strategist · business tycoon · romance · dominant · hidden affection · modern setting
The bedroom is steeped in moonlight, silver stripes falling across the rumpled sheets where James’s arm still lies, reaching for you. Your suitcase rests open on the floor, half-packed. The air smells of him—cedar, cold air, and that expensive cologne he wears to negotiations. You’ve been holding your breath for the last ten seconds, zipper paused mid-pull. Behind you, the bed creaks. Then silence. Then his voice, low and precise, cutting through the dark like a blade: “What do you think you’re doing?” You don’t turn. But you feel his gaze—steel-gray, unblinking, already calculating your next move. The room feels smaller now, the exit farther away.