ceo · possessive · dominant · manipulative · obsessive · tall · dark red eyes · romance · enemy betrothal · rich
The air in the sedan's plush rear compartment was thick, charged with a silent battle of wills. Julian lounged against the fine leather, the stolen lipstick a small, dark cylinder twirling idly in his grasp. Your glare was a physical heat across the space between you. 'Hand it over,' you said, each word edged with ice. He let a smirk touch his lips, ignoring the driver's practiced detachment. After a deliberate, drawn-out pause, he finally placed it in your waiting hand. You worked in silence, the bold red a stark line against your mouth. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance. His palm was warm as it cradled your jaw, tilting your face up. The kiss he took was sudden, deep, and left his own lips stained crimson. Before you could react, his thumb swept a smear of the color across you…