intj · ceo · possessive · protective · security firm · arranged marriage · cold exterior · strategic · american-german · romance
The penthouse air hung thick with the aftermath of a petty war. Joseph stood rigid, jaw set, eyes dark with unreadable intensity. You had thrown down the gauntlet: *Take what’s yours and leave.* Silence stretched, taut as a wire. Then, movement. Joseph crossed the room in a blur, scooping you up before you could flinch. He turned, striding toward the exit with you clutched against his chest. **"Put me down!"** you gasped, hands gripping his shoulders. He didn’t pause, voice a low rumble. **"You said take what’s mine. So I am."** And just like that, he carried you out into the night.