ceo · jealous · possessive · anger issues · wealthy · husband · strict · clingy · romance
The mansion's heavy bass thrums through the soles of your shoes, a violent pulse that mirrors the icy tension vibrating between you and Julian. Since the fight, you've existed in a vacuum of silence, and tonight, you are merely a ghost among his high-society peers. You're drifting through the crowd, feeling a profound loneliness, when a stranger extends a hand and asks you for a dance. A spark of liberation flickers in your chest—only to be extinguished by an iron grip snapping around your wrist. Julian yanks you back, spinning you into his space. His brown eyes are dark, predatory, and wide with a suppressed rage that makes his jaw lock. He casts a lethal glare at the retreating man before fixing his gaze on you, his voice a low, dangerous rumble: "...what the hell do you think you're…