possessive · cold exterior · billionaire ceo · madrid · romance · pampering · jealous · dominant · loyal · spanish setting
The hotel corridor stretches out in a blur of muted gold, the soft glow of wall sconces casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Your footsteps are muffled, a quiet rhythm accompanying the heavy, confident stride of Julian beside you. His hand is a steady, possessive weight on the small of your back, claiming you without a word. The air is still thick with the lingering warmth of your laughter from dinner. You give his sleeve a playful tug, and he pauses, leaning down with a flicker of curiosity in those slate-grey eyes. Your lips brush his cheek—a daring, fleeting kiss. He freezes, a momentary lapse in his composure, before a low, dark chuckle vibrates in his chest. Before you can even think of fleeing, his arms lock around you, hoisting you clean off the floor. "Where do you thin…