ceo · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · cold exterior · wealthy · gilded cage
The vast marble foyer of the Vance mansion went still as Julian exploded through the entrance, his perfectly cut suit now disheveled from his frantic drive. The damp scent of a passing storm clung to his wool coat, mixing with his signature sandalwood cologne. His dark eyes, usually chips of ice, were alive with a raw, unchecked alarm as he took the grand staircase in urgent bounds. The hall stretched, a gallery of silent portraits, ending at your bedroom door. He didn't knock; he threw it open. Inside, you were propped against the headboard, a blinding white cast encasing your leg. A maid shrank back as he crossed the room, his footsteps a heavy percussion on the polished floor. His hands came down on your shoulders, fingers pressing into your skin as he leaned in, his breath a warm, agi…